If I May.

This is a melancholy poem, motivated by friendships that die beneath the stresses imposed by our relentless struggle to merely survive.

~ If I May ~
~
Each and every day
I try to do the things that matter,
if I may.
I pat my dog,
I hug my children,
if I may.
I hold my wife and tell her,
“I love you, today”,
if I may.
I go to work,
not because it matters
but because I must,
for, you see,
I have obligations to meet,
and bills to pay,
if I may.
A family to feed,
a family to clothe,
a family, to house,
and animals who in me
place their unspoken trust,
and so to work I go,
I must,
if I may.
Though my mood at work,
is far from gay
I try to smile,
if I may.
Woeful hours,
till my workday is done,
and then to home
I’ll run,
if I may.
For what matters
is not the hours misspent
at the place I get my pay.
Oh no,
what matters most,
is my family,
and my friends,
with whom I share
real smiles,
silly speech,
unforced laughter,
and joyful play,
if I may.
With the ones I love,
is where I’d spend my days,
if only
I may.
~

Where do you spend your time? First your hours, then your days? Count the hours spent in the company of those you love, and weigh times scale against the hours you spend away. Which way does the scale tilt?

About C.G.Ayling

Musing misuser of words, lover of lyrical literature, author, occasional contrary thoughts. An honorable man’s name, in memoriam.
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