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MY LIFE EBBS

 

The days of my life, the hours and moments,

Ebb like grains of sand -

The more so as I get older.

Not with Prufrock's coffee spoons,

But with parsimonious eyedroppers

Have I measured my life.

Afraid to dole out inner treasures, perhaps,

Judging them finite and quite limited,

And irretrievably lost when dipped in a polluted communal sea.

Or afraid those drops, those tears of self,

Will not last long unless sparingly doled,

Mistrusting how much of self I have inside.

Nay, you patrician Prufrock,

Take your measured numbness

With your haute-classé ennui

And darken my pages with your complaints no more.

My eyedropped days

Come not from the velveteen cage of the pampered life

But from sensitivities and realities

For which room was not made in your philosophy.

And I will dare - to do far more than eat a peach.

Even now, I dare occasionally,

To pour out my life in fuller flow

Than you could ever dream.

 

 

Steven Snyder

Nov. 2, 2001

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