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By wistful Date: 2001 Oct 01 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.01.23.52.4300]] |
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Triumphantly toasting our brightly-hued future My rose-colored glass suddenly shattered Too hard pressed and far too fragile Too eagerly sought, and too soon gone. So vainly I pick at the pieces Too numerous to reassemble Shards that prick, cut and tear, Quickly slick with my life's blood I would suck the wound to force a faster healing But I fear my tongue would shred And no more could I tell of what I toasted Lacking all other evidence of it. I could take these fragments And assemble a stained-glass memento An artistically-crafted memory Tinged sanguine, salted by long-dried tears You would rapidly rid yourself of them Briskly wiping your hands After such a distasteful task And turn to newer, lighter things But I will keep them as they are Dashed pieces of a delicate daydream To sift through, reliving the livid pain Until, scar-toughened, they hurt no more. |