Listening to every heart
Cast Me Away Not
It is too very easy to be despondent
in a world of cast-aways
when all good things with life therein
simply through time do not stay.
I would hearken back to the 30’s
even though it was dust-bowl dirty
that every little piece of heart owned
was tightly held against the wind a’blowing.
Ah those times, when all precious things in form
brought back sweet memories of strife torn
days, and hours sweetly played ~
ah, how it was when cast-aways stayed.
When on this globe, nothing over months of age
would dare to center this world’s stage,
without being jeered at as “commonplace”
and such this very act gives me provoked rage.
So when it’s apparent that I collect treasures
do not regard it as a measure of wealth,
when wealth is inherently one’s health,
but that it is an art’s form that my eyes measure.
Finally, cast me away not upon a heap of rubble,
but remember that I gave you sunshine bubbles,
to ride upon to blue skirted skies
and do not cast me, or others, nigh.
12 January, 2000
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow