So
often taken for granted,
This grand involuntary deed,
This giving and surrendering of
Life-spring’s first and living’s last.
Little more than afterthought,
Hardly noticed,
Seldom lauded,
But oh, so very necessary
For the now,
The when,
The past.
How many of you shall I be gifted?
Tis only one who holds that key.
So, I shall savor every one
As though it were a sweet repast.
And when the play is over
And all the players are applauded,
Tis you, the star, shall rise above
And I but a player in the cast.
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This grand involuntary deed,
This giving and surrendering of
Life-spring’s first and living’s last.
Little more than afterthought,
Hardly noticed,
Seldom lauded,
But oh, so very necessary
For the now,
The when,
The past.
How many of you shall I be gifted?
Tis only one who holds that key.
So, I shall savor every one
As though it were a sweet repast.
And when the play is over
And all the players are applauded,
Tis you, the star, shall rise above
And I but a player in the cast.
Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin
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