What good to grieve a faded hour?
The sun has long since filled the sky
and led to moments come and gone
as filled with life as that passed dawn.
Besides, to mourn what has now ceased,
too long, is to remain in black;
and while the new day's wedding feast
is still a revel, see its shroud.
What good to dwell on might-have-beens?
One action to another leads,
and just as likely finds the course
that from another deed was dreamed.
Besides, the marrow of the past
makes for a poor and somber dish;
it is a ghost of this day's meat,
and does not fill up or nourish.
What good to grieve a faded hour
when minutes live but to expire,
and, in their brief and fleeting flower
of seconds, spend no time in tears?
Besides, who would deny the dawn
and cling to shadows that must fade,
while life remains today unlived,
tomorrow's sorrows yet unmade?
20 NOV 2007
