Daily Archives: December 17, 2012

Why Not?: a dit

Once upon a time (which often
means quite long ago,
but could be only yesterday
or even tomorrow)
in some far place, there lived a man
who thought the strangest thoughts,
chock-full of possibilities:
what ifs, could bes, why nots.

“What if the world ran differently?”
he wondered, off and on.
“If it could be just as it should,
would I be here, or gone –
And if perhaps the end is due,
why not be well-prepared,
and make my peace with everyone
to settle my affairs?”

And so he called on all his friends,
both those estranged and dear,
and spoke a word or two to each
in a voice low and clear.
“What if,” he said, “we both could change
one thing and make it right?
Could that small motion change the world
in just a single night?”

Each answered as they thought they should:
some laughed, some cried or sneered,
while others spoke of time and space
and others said, “Too weird!”
But each agreed the man a fool
to try too much, too late;
and told themselves to wait and see,
to leave things up to fate.

Then once upon a time, the world
came crashing to a close;
and all the wait and see was done,
all what ifs and suppose.
There was no more of what could be,
no tangents, no more plot,
unless you took time, like that man;
and if you could, why not?

17 DEC 2012

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If You Should Curse Me: a dirum

May you get just what you deserve;
may your means drive your ends;
may all your enemies disguise
themselves among your friends.

May morning bring you no new light;
may evening bring no ease;
may your each action bring no gain,
and your works fail to please.

May you discover no new ways;
may your paths come to naught;
may every plan of yours fall through,
and your bribes not stay bought.

May you believe the ones you love;
may your hopes fade to fears;
may every prayer you whisper reach
unsympathetic ears.

May you find what you truly seek;
may it not end your woes;
may you be measured and found wanting
by both friends and foes.

May you crawl on your knees to God;
may He refuse your plea;
may you live in the wretched hell
that you would wish on me.

May you survive to rue each day;
may you receive the blame;
may you regret from this day forth
if you curse my good name.

17 DEC 2012

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