Behold! The agony of love, Hidden through receipts In the leather folds of Pocketed wallets, and Phantom habits exposed In ordinary scenes, Perhaps On the beachside street Where The wind took lead And all bare witness To blossoms in Spring.
Behold! The agony of life, Begging me to ponder: Do I waver? and do I waver? In the face of love. Do I seek equity From up above? Or Shall I trudge ever on With my naive heart, and Veteran laugh? Oh, Shall I linger?
No - Life and love Lay dormant At The edge of every smile And in the canyons Between stale fingers Where lovers Once rest, or perhaps In the words That come knocking When we fail to see the door Momentarily ahead.
And on I waver, and on I waver; but the Face is anew, and we Trudge forward - Ever braver.