Perchance*
A lovely word, a lovely sound.
Perchance,*
When I was resurrected as two bodies,
A pair of cuffed links coupled,
In My Salad Days.
With the fresh taste of freedom,
A first-born infant survivor,
At a ripe old age,
I, rebirthed, and to the fore,
Risen.
In My Salad Days,
When words fell from smiling lips,
Rain and tears flew upwards,
Each and every breath was an
Amen.
All Per Chance.
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Postscript:
“To die, to sleep -
To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub,
For in this sleep of death what dreams may come...”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet
"To fall, but rise -
To rise, perchance to be reborn, ay, rub one's eyes in disbelief,
For in this reincarnation, who knows what dreams may come..."
~~ Nat Lipstadt, Perchance
Part of a longer poem called In My Salad Days.
*Wikipedia:
Modern use, especially in the United States, refers to a person's heyday when somebody was at the peak of his/her abilities, not necessarily in that person's youth.