Post by Nym Zeal on May 31, 2005 4:20:56 GMT -5
The Final Setting
for Neil
There is a time in life
that moves in joyous trumpeting,
with cheers, shouts and banners high.
But also, sometimes,
there is a time in life
where slowness holds the air,
to rock an infant, the first born grandchild,
or watch children chase kittens
across the yard,
stumbling over their own feet
while wild felines bound about.
People, almost certainly, will say
there is a time in life
where one must grow up, put away
childish things and abandon all they knew
to become something different. Something grown.
But, I would say,
there is a time in life
to cherish.
Hand placed on your heart in alliegence,
or to roll down a grassy hill
despite the fact
that you'll itch for hours after
or play hooky
to read a well fingered book.
There is a time in life
to die, when hearts just stop
so people are left to remember.
And, there is a time in life,
to Bar-B-Que and cry.
Natasha Trinité
2005
for Neil
There is a time in life
that moves in joyous trumpeting,
with cheers, shouts and banners high.
But also, sometimes,
there is a time in life
where slowness holds the air,
to rock an infant, the first born grandchild,
or watch children chase kittens
across the yard,
stumbling over their own feet
while wild felines bound about.
People, almost certainly, will say
there is a time in life
where one must grow up, put away
childish things and abandon all they knew
to become something different. Something grown.
But, I would say,
there is a time in life
to cherish.
Hand placed on your heart in alliegence,
or to roll down a grassy hill
despite the fact
that you'll itch for hours after
or play hooky
to read a well fingered book.
There is a time in life
to die, when hearts just stop
so people are left to remember.
And, there is a time in life,
to Bar-B-Que and cry.
Natasha Trinité
2005
