This Life of Thine
“Love never would have happened
Had I continued the way I was going in.
I never had time for life’s beauty;
I couldn’t even read a verse, or so I thought, duly.
I was too busy for friends or giving.
You might say that life was lost in the living.
Now I’ve simplified it—
I’ve started anew—I’ve re-versed it!”
“And now, my partner, what more could we ask for?
We have it all, and even more!”
“Yes, we have sunshine, breezes, love, adventure,
Water, the good earth, friendship—all of nature.
All of the elements are there.
Life is a mixture of earth, fire, water, and air!”
“Earth is a garden, an oasis in space,
A world of boundless beauty and grace.”
“One might search, in vain, the heavens space
For the equal of the Earth’s place,
But never find it anywhere or anyplace.”
“You’ve discovered me at a good time, darling.
I was once all caught up with technical whirlings,
Quite the stern classicist, sterling,
Droning onward toward toward mechanical perfection.
Then I swung too far in the other direction,
Becoming an opiate romanticist as my option,
Drowning in its amazement and stupefaction.”
“Didn’t we all,” she sighed.
“Then I eventually learned that
The path was not this way or that,
But of a joined direction—
One that combines romanticism and classicism.”
“Ah, yes, all things are interrelated together,
And thus must melt into one another;
Nothing can really be isolated, on a shelf—
As completely separated from anything else.”
“True, the Yin is in the Yang
And the Yang is in the Yin,
Ever turning and blending
In a cyclical rotation, never ending.
That’s rounded life for you!”
“Most importantly, we are here now, for the kicks.
Sometimes I visualize myself as old or sick,
Looking back at those better ticks,
Even telling myself that I’d make a pact—
Anything to have the good times back.
Then I laugh and smile because of that pine,
For I know that I’m pretending that line,
Since I am indeed young and fine!”
“And,” he added with a rhyme,
“You’ll never again live this life of thine!”
They meandered on, a pleasant ride,
Fancying that they were not alive,
But then smiling because they thrived.
Fresh and mild were the hours,
Borne like cleansing showers,
And so the partners could retrieve as ‘ours’,
All of the wingéd hours
That time had devoured.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_690II_Ot9I
“Love never would have happened
Had I continued the way I was going in.
I never had time for life’s beauty;
I couldn’t even read a verse, or so I thought, duly.
I was too busy for friends or giving.
You might say that life was lost in the living.
Now I’ve simplified it—
I’ve started anew—I’ve re-versed it!”
“And now, my partner, what more could we ask for?
We have it all, and even more!”
“Yes, we have sunshine, breezes, love, adventure,
Water, the good earth, friendship—all of nature.
All of the elements are there.
Life is a mixture of earth, fire, water, and air!”
“Earth is a garden, an oasis in space,
A world of boundless beauty and grace.”
“One might search, in vain, the heavens space
For the equal of the Earth’s place,
But never find it anywhere or anyplace.”
“You’ve discovered me at a good time, darling.
I was once all caught up with technical whirlings,
Quite the stern classicist, sterling,
Droning onward toward toward mechanical perfection.
Then I swung too far in the other direction,
Becoming an opiate romanticist as my option,
Drowning in its amazement and stupefaction.”
“Didn’t we all,” she sighed.
“Then I eventually learned that
The path was not this way or that,
But of a joined direction—
One that combines romanticism and classicism.”
“Ah, yes, all things are interrelated together,
And thus must melt into one another;
Nothing can really be isolated, on a shelf—
As completely separated from anything else.”
“True, the Yin is in the Yang
And the Yang is in the Yin,
Ever turning and blending
In a cyclical rotation, never ending.
That’s rounded life for you!”
“Most importantly, we are here now, for the kicks.
Sometimes I visualize myself as old or sick,
Looking back at those better ticks,
Even telling myself that I’d make a pact—
Anything to have the good times back.
Then I laugh and smile because of that pine,
For I know that I’m pretending that line,
Since I am indeed young and fine!”
“And,” he added with a rhyme,
“You’ll never again live this life of thine!”
They meandered on, a pleasant ride,
Fancying that they were not alive,
But then smiling because they thrived.
Fresh and mild were the hours,
Borne like cleansing showers,
And so the partners could retrieve as ‘ours’,
All of the wingéd hours
That time had devoured.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_690II_Ot9I
