The Best Years of Our Lives
My best for years
Wasn’t nearly enough
I’m slouching toward Jerusalem
The holy city where the ages crash
Enough of sailing to Byzantium
That fell so long ago
With what is left
The modern age done years back
What does one call the next age
But the next age, as we have done?
No more girls in water
Sparking epiphanies (ironically through
water)
No more women beating men
To vote to have
The rudiments of politics
And understanding
I think they should rule—the
Women, not the politics
New happens with each day
There’s always change
Those who say there’s not
Who want all angles to be retrograde
Know nothing of the physics,
The inevitability of slopes that go
The other way
And energy with them
Africa is where the church is growing
And south of South America
Parts of India and Asia, even though
(please, not because)
It’s beaten down
Atheism rises, and why not?
Though I think agnosticism steers
The ship of state
Searching for a port
It knows is there
I think formlessness might be
The way,
Since doctrine has been brutal
In its application
And a ruthless form of righteousness
Where is love,
The orphan asked
He sung
And she responded
It is all around you,
Though mortality can end it all
It appears, my dear
Therefore go for what is real
Hold on, though not so tightly
The goodness cannot breathe
C L Couch
(title from the movie directed by William Wyler
Yeats is also relied on at the beginning
a musical toward the ending)
Mazandaran Province, Unnamed Road, Iran
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