No more gentle melancholy, thoughts
Of good old days & times long gone, nor how
Such idle, vain, habitual traits could rule
The human mind? When we live is now,
And never in the past or future. Oughts,
Likewise, & should bes must be binned. A fool
Gets sooner rich by parting with his cash,
I think, than we accrue or profit, trade
And deal by weak & pale nostalgia's trash?
So, that's all done & dusted! Let's move on!
Unknowing & uncaring, we have made
Conceits to trick ourselves asleep upon
Known cares? No longer limp nor soft, & neither
Slack, we'll cure ourselves of all or either.. ?
L. A. Barron
[2/6/2019]
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