If Got, O Give And Go

Now that you've got, O give and go, Bare ribs and bones you see whenso, Spare bread crumbs, no more, ere you go, Alms, nor aid— give as if you owe. Before wiping beads of your sweat, Remember to dab alien tears, Take one lamp off your sunny gate, Watch it fight neighbour's darkest fears. Your chosen way whilst go, whatso, See if salubrious songs ye sing, Cool shadow to the scorched can bring, If you have got, O give and go. When at sunset ye sing of dawn, Sing it in tune or none whatso, Make it heard long after you've gone, Give something with you ere ye go. Caught is the sea when in a storm, Death staring ship-wracked in the face, Be Pole Star, rescue pilot home, Lead them to safety, steady pace. Be no pedestal, nor palace, Nor yet a diamond stand-alone, Plough an un-furrowed farm in grace, Be manure— made with your own bone. Now that you've got, O give and go, Quiet, quack-less, a kindly feat, Resting not even to wipe brow, Nor sweat beads of reward, sour-sweet. _____________________________________________ Musings | 02.08.15 |