Last Forever But Not As Long Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I have been so long at play
Maybe that makes me a thing of gray:
While your lips are so vibrant
As they sing to your child;
As the ships roll in and the houses gambol:
The fairy tales have flesh:
They are very real, and they last forever,
Just as crocodiles last forever,
And they don’t cry,
Just as crocodiles don’t cry;
And it makes me weep that I had to move to Miami today,
And you called your man into the fruit market
To open up your
Car- Alma;
And it makes me weep that I am not your only song, or that
When I am gone,
Maybe it will be that my bones will be so far displaces from your bones,
The blue prints of the body of your carriage;
And it makes me weep that we have to be so frightened
While the sun flips through the pages of
Our days,
Laughing and crying
While the crocodiles, you know, last forever but not as long
And not even smiling.