This and Other Things I Write

By God of Earth and Eden In this life I have a pencil Bitter and sweet Heavy and light I will ink for a while but then I must buckle for my boat to set sail into the Island of Light. I will wrestle and wrestle despite those of them who think they know it all. And to them I must say 'I never forget a face but in your case I will be glad to make an exception'. Behold! I have a feeling Bitter and sweet Heavy and light that my life now has a beautiful meaning worthy of the struggle that with my hands I work and eat not to steal and smuggle. I have a feeling that my heart keeps sight Of what my mind conceals my mind tells me I am a knight so what? I reply. What of it? My heart is fragile and bleeding and keeps grist to the mill of it. I need to read, pray and weep and my tears are drifting As the autumn’s leaves Have fallen and keep falling. My tears are trickling down But one day I will lie down and be at rest. After this coming cold winter I will rise up in the splinter With my steps up and up till I find the garden of spring. My life has a beautiful meaning In it I have a feeling Heavy and light bitter and sweet always worthy of the struggle. For as the sun hides behind the clouds and hides behind twilight and people on earth wonder Where has it gone? What have we done? The sun comes up with beautiful light and when the stars sparkle at night and people down ponder how far in the sky are the stars? Those giant eyes looking down on us They still come up with heavenly light.?? My life has a beautiful meaning In it I have a feeling Heavy and light bitter and sweet and always worthy of the struggle. Thus, I will keep doing what is proper I will keep doing what is right and sober I will keep looking for the invisible fountain Of love and life even in Parnassus Mountain.