As I ponder those emotions past with feeling
Unto my thoughts a certain wisdom appealing,
It’s the sentiment I recall though not the love
Which fleeting time did somehow wither lust above,
Wherefore have I been, what lucid thoughts have I held
The pressing loss that truth indeed for lack compelled,
The stress did seem unreal and reason query why,
An ending to my passion, for this need imply.
Our lifespan covers a limited time, ought more,
And wanton waste, the seasons of our life deplore,
There are nought other worlds to conquer in our quest
To seek, enjoy, fulfill and leave behind the rest
Hence, can we not to live content with who we are,
For love as such, may curry favor near or far.
Claire V. Bogdanos 