On Laziness

When you let the pen rust

(Time's passage holding just

The fragile pen's rusted cast

From an anonymous whiff's destroying lust),

It is then that you realize

How time tricks. It flies

Never to come back. Your Cries,

Regrets and -- hope not -- Shame survive
You.

It is then, you lazy fool,

Will see the pen in glittering glory

Like the mirage quenching the thirsty.

Cry not then, doesn't look good.

Man to Man

After all the glib talk

And lofty theorizing

And super stardom

And romanticizing,

When the curtain falls

Comes that moment

When there's nothing really

to say.....

I say to you then,

"My fellow do good

Be a good man.

Help a man if you can

When you get a chance.

Listen to a hymn

Or a sweet song.

Look at the sheep graze,

The freight truck delivering produce,

The mother carrying the child

Or whatever you fancy

With a true heart."

But in that moment

When breath is keenest felt

I am no father

Or friend or philosopher,

And I say this to you

Man to Man.

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sometime in July'10.