No matter how gay,
How bright the limelight
How blithe the spirit
How rose colored the dawn.
No matter how ripe the prime,
How raucous accolades' hyperbole,
Twilight shades descend
And real sets in.
The real of ominous horizon
Of latter day
When most has been said
And done that will be
And the cup's almost full
With time's thrall
And dubious thrill.
All yields too soon
To hands palm to palm
For that last plea
In defense of all that was
Tolerance for what is
And shy hope
For what will be.
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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And shy hope
For what will be
Great ending. Nicely done!