Linger

Linger awhile,
My friend, and dream
Of all you might
Have done or been,
The great adventures
You could have had
What happy, joyful life
You may have led,
Of all those golden
Chances lost or gone
If what you know now,
Then had known,
But, alas, life is short,
We learn too late,
Life's brevity gives us
No time, it's our fate.

In quiet desperation
Most men pass their life,
Spent mostly in pursuit
Of livelihood and strife,
There are moments,though,
Exquisite and sublime,
Which give us great pleasure
And a memorable time,
Whose recollections
One must treasure.

Some lives are spent
As a hard, tough working day,
With poverty, struggle
And battle all the way,
Others travel free from care
Throughout their stay,
Their world is happy,
Without drudgery, a holiday,
It's luck and fate and the ability
To grasp the given chance
Which between qualities of lives
Is the dividing fence...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz