The Single Strand
By Roy D. Follendore III
Copyright © 2006 by RDFollendoreIII
Age has born to me this simple thought
that two engrained as one should
with understanding ought
to know the means through which
they came and stuck fast together.
Where such have laid aside their egotism
they have also shared wit and wisdom,
that only naivety could have born
to that one truth that exists naked under cover
and is such a solitary witness to the value of their sharing.
When such as we may the age of time seek remorse
from narrow spaces between our thoughts
when our memory breeds those sticks, mud and stones
that make our dams which hold back the years,
so that we may laugh at each wrinkle, and blemish.
It should be enough for you, me or us to realize
that to know we have aged just well enough,
journeyed well through these indeterminate dimensions together,
complementing each others vanity and have emerged
through precarious winds of both fair and adverse weather.
We both know well that the affections of eternal physical lines
are not the products of youth, wisdom or wine
and that none of these can be considered absolute nor straight
though they may come from the heart
they can not carry the faults of loves full weight.
An so thus I simply ask you please my love
do not despise my early grey hair,
for at some yet unknown date
you may chance to find a single strand
And if so hopefully regret I am not there.
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