adventures in dysthymia

Thursday, March 29, 2007

FANCY

Where a young man’s fancy turns
this time of year, we know;
what about a fellow such
as me? Might I sow
the few wild oats I set aside
(for I’ve frugal ways)?
I can not fling them quite so far
as in my youthful days!

Perhaps I am not yet too old
and, after all, it’s Spring;
nothing ventured, as they say,
will surely nothing bring.
Now’s the time to once more blossom,
before I go to seed,
before they plant me ‘neath the earth,
far beyond all need!

Where a young man’s fancy turns
this time of year, turns mine,
but I’ve become religious now,
knowing love’s divine,
and worship with a seriousness
lacking long ago;
if only I as a young man
knew what I now know!

Stephen Brooke ©2007

a semi-serious effort...like a lot of my stuff

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