i give to watch the sunrise
i give to feel the rain
i give to flow inside of faith
i give to master pain
i give to be incendiary
i give to offer dust
i give to make the biscuit bounce
i give to conquer lust
i give for every nightmare earned
i give for every knuckle spurned
i give for all that takes it back
for every pared and bartered lack ….
and when i’m done
and see entropy through
i give to mark my time with you
where each shall hold its given place
and dawns are not what hopes erase
to found and make the daylight MINE
i take and live on borrowed time
i take to understand the cruel
i take to finish as its tool
to stream and gleam to understand
i take and measure every man
i take the thoughts and run them west
to where the east won’t find this test
i take while silence holds aspects torn
as other gifts to planes are born
This poem cheered me up immensely.
Not only the poem but the picture too.
I shall proceed into the rest of my day with a smile on my face :)
David
so glad! bringing smiles — especially for an Irishman — is great reward :)
I LIKE it when you rhyme, Eileen! :D You do it well, and I wish you’d do it more often, but it’s a rare treat when you deign to write rhymes like this one.
oh thanks! ….. it’s so easy for me to rhyme, that the greater challenge is to NOT — or to at least stagger the matching vowel sounds. seriously …. could be like one of those weirdos that can carry on conversations in verse.
when i proof read writing like in my comments or in letters i write to family — i have to edit them to NOT rhyme! lol …. which if i’m tired i won’t catch them and it’s sort of embarrassing.