Saul Eldon Poems

When you reach a certain age
Life hands you a gaudy gift wrapped box to hold
Filled with your memories, all complete.
Too late then to add new to old
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Footfalls measure the streets I walk
And coffee cups count the days
That stretch ahead and back
And fade into hazy uncertainty
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She went in March
Now March is mine
And here to stay
I would not have April hurry March away
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Will and freedom are confidence tricks
Counterfeiters' tools of self deception
And the jagged, hidden rocks on which
Hearts and reason break.
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And where do Gods go when they die?
Will they still be when we're extinct
Looking about them wondering, 'Why? '
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