but learn, while there are moments yet for teaching,
the soul-song of the lover in the mist,
and do not stop, while dreams are there for reaching.
the once-proud child, tempted now, beseeching:
the unknown holiday, the growing list --
but learn, while there are moments yet for teaching.
the agony of hope, the bright sun bleaching
away the colors of the egoist --
now do not stop, while dreams are there for reaching.
have you yet found, in lecturing or preaching
the truth behind appearance there -- the gist --
so learn, while there are moments yet for teaching.
the crying gulls of day, the night-owls screeching:
the moments blended, tender, melting, kissed --
oh, do not stop while dreams are there for reaching.
how far experience is from all speeching;
how long it seems until the next short tryst --
you learn, while there are moments yet for teaching,
and do not stop, while dreams are there for reaching.
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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