You Can't Be Bitter Sweet Poem by James McLain

Can't he and she, he said, by a well
There he stopped and said"
Find the light through the night and
"Night was said to often seen through
A glass that was made.
Still, there is day and still equal night's as
If I would be, what is the flame, the heat
And their sun to be, what it is that you are!

At night she did what he very said, what she did,
But she did as he said and all with the,
Should be write, ethics are!
Greet me here as there as verily to she that he said.

In the dawn when we run, other's there as well,
You saw in the night.
Thinking now as to then and learnt to he and verily be
It seems to show as of now.

And even then at age Eleven and ten that I was,
We're you naught?
Nothing but the moon
so full, that she said was full forever it seemed
Did it not?

They, all dressed in black who did to do one would
Think or not, to think in life at all,
On his or her knees, both that float above the
Living pain.

Opened like day, it's open to she to his touch
And even now, partly why!
After all it was them in the act, what act
You see are acting what?

To he and to she and to know one would think,
And think the way we both are.
Knowing that both boys and girls seldom are.

This morning the sun, we upon them yet we are feeling
As if lit the sun that length of dark forever it shall even know,
Knowing naught?
Bending over the aged darkened wood I got
To know,
Bending over the bench you thought I said that she got!

In through the out door a picture that I've got of reaching through
The wall the mirror not.
Pieced together for the next time you have, what I sent, I sent
To them what they have.
A filled in open pond, a pond to sight filled with what flower's?
Against the wall and moving were the jars, Can't he and she, he said, by a well

There he stopped and said"
Find the light through the night and
"Night was said to not be often seen, through
A glass that was made.

Still, there is day and still equal night's as
If I would be, what is best the flame, the heat
And their noise.


Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017