There must be reasons, I know, for this miserable play
that I should have loved her… to see her taken away.
Her promises, much brighter than most,
now lie abandoned by their delirious host.
She had possessions and a mind of razored fire
and, when she could hold it, compassion and fine desire.
I know its for something, that its all come down this way.
Am I to learn understanding of it or to have the sense to step away?
It seems the months of this last year
have been filled with people like me, far too much I fear.
Kathy’s centered ego, so very much like my own,
mocks my need to hold her, her mirror brings it home.
And Helen’s hyper-brightness, her driving needs to win
lead me to my own belief that less than the best’s a sin.
Its no chance, these people, more like me than me
have come to give reflections of the things I never see
I wane much more sober, beaten back again
by the difference in the dreams I nurture and the ways reality
bends.
gallagher
september 27, 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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