Over-Play
Like childhood's quest, interim's speed
of modesty, the innocence seed
is muddled by contentions need
to dominate, and then recede!
So is the heart, in love's replay
so wanting start in disarray,
the time's advantage only stay
as rules are sandwiched over-play!
. . . now
Left over feeling's crowd relay
that once no buttress could dismay,
now thought out effort stills in fray
'tis not the same, I'm heard to say!
When first we cared, I loved each day,
now only witness, often scorn,
not wholly given, not of yearn
but breaking gray, to truth's adjourn!
Can this be us, our lives array
but kindled to survivor's may
considerate with guessed return
while once before ~ reflexive burn!
. . . now
Assumption's strewing with concern
each one to rueing his parlay,
that separate path, the forefront's stern
deducts its cost, for symbol's pay!
It's just . . again, just so-so weigh,
once wanting love, now . . . over-play!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2010
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