Do Not Cry Too Much - Poem by Hannington Mumo
Our love’s long day appears to have no end in sight,
And the din of our kisses reverberates to the bliss of eternities;
Yet our love is by Nature constrained to last for a blink
And our kisses are but mere short-lived vanities.
And even in the height of our blessed longevities
One heart must fall and leave the other alone to beat,
Whether mine or yours, one must the other survive;
And the divested heart will friendless roam from street to street.
Though life’s dear let that not be me;
To cry from hour to hour consoled by none,
To brave the chilliest hours of the night alone,
To grope in the darkness after my joys are done.
So if my prayer is heard and I before you decease,
Do not cry too much nor linger around my grave;
Instead pick a flower and smell it twice
And therein feel the scent of your honeyed fave.
And if you must mourn,
Do not cry until your eyes are red,
For once in a while I’ll turn to peep below
To console and confirm that I’m not dead!
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