Spend and Grieve

Another year ended

Over and done,

What have we left of it

Now that it’s gone

- What did we lend it?

 

Only the tears

Of the last year’s spending,

Some of the fears

A beginning, some endings;

Raking our friends

By the pen and the sword with

No wound mending.

 

How at the fall of the next year, may

We garner our grievings;

Once we have plundered and purged at will

Our last year’s leavings?

 

Only in time

May we learn our writ;

We spend and grieve

Befriend and leave -

So be it!

 

David Lewis Paget

 

Reviews

[Ron B]

David, I really like this poem and the painful movements closer, then further, while nothing changes.