Some Will Leap Poem by Rod Lloyd

Some Will Leap

As sure as the stubble
that grows on my face
and the rain of a humid spring,
as sure as a long sleep's Lazarus wake
some will keep cheering and sing.

As sure as the grey hairs
cloud on my chest
while the redder burns ancient sun,
as sure as sap seeps from severed limbs
some laughing will stumble a run.

As sure as each pulse
subtracts from the sum
and the humus in rainforest piles,
as sure as a name will lose its sharp edge
some will leap leaving their smiles.