Too many days go by.
Too many meaningless hours
spent
On too much frivolity…
Immortal still, I turned
thirty…
Teased death at forty…
Embraced mortality at fifty…
Bored by it at sixty…
And now I’m seventy, it
seems I might have used up
my chances
To spend very much more time
on
Wonderful frivolities.
My life has been a blessed
one.
I have loved and been loved
by several women
Whose generosity loaned me
their hearts.
At times it was for one
night of bliss
And others there was enough
for two lifetimes.
Several times I crossed
between love and obsession
And I never learned the
lesson.
But always, I was forgiven
my trespasses
Every time.
Oh, sacred moments…
The bardo between love and
obsession
Bring me home… bring me
home…
Maybe another ten… twenty
years…
But bring me home to the one
That saved my heart from
dissipation.
Oh, my Bonnie, we all end up
where you are.
