A Fine Spring Day

I am done, a prince relieved of peas, a rooster now
More lightly pecked, and, on my deck, a gin and tonic
Next to me, I soak up sun. If I was of the Christian
Faith, a dour doer, certain that the path to heaven's
Lined with tasks, or if I was a money grubber, mad
To make a little more, I'd rise from here and set to
Work. I'm neither. I'm an atheist, and one with
Buddhist inclinations. Neither past nor future is,
And now, regardless of its nature, always will be
Where I am. Nothing comes from wishing, but
Unhappiness, and, so, I say, I'll sit and drink,
As I am doing, until I am done.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-04-20 at 14:51

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