The Taste of Life

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The Taste of Life

For long, it seems the taste of life,

has run out, dry and bland are days,

Painful under foot, with clogged

senses for precarious ways

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But still, I must here testify,

that sweetness there was on a time,

if only under simpler sky,

before the adult pantomime

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The constant acts; it does not age,

Being only seems to change,

And seeming capers on a stage,

watched by what lies out of range

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Glinting in the early dark,

of childhood, safe in grandma’s room,

the eyes of statuary sparked;

saints and gods peered from the gloom

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Beyond beyond, is always here,

nothing ever lost, forgot

And real need not be rendered clear-

blessed, uncertain,

may be the lot