A Passover
October 14th, 2008 by DanielPosted in Poems | No Comments »
An old encumbrance had to lose Its vice-grip hold on my poor mind; -Without knowing, of course, that rouse Of mine to put it in a bind- I had (how oft!) to find a course With which to render it blind. The stop-and-go traffic around The house came to whittle away What peace, though small, I had just found: I would have liked to wait, To stay in place, And let the gloom abate. But when no oblation was found, The serenity could not sway The fools in their merry-go-round. Yes, the encumbrance had to loose Its tide of wind to blow my tear Nearer to the ne’er-ending noose, The old, old cross I had to bear; Yet one there is whose greater truce Removed it all and made me fair.