Values

the silent perfection of the wilderness makes no boasts the song of the dead poet has no pretense and there is a value too in the gray of the winter sky when the color of the sky and sea are one love leaves in autumn for we would not have her go amid lilies and unaware of the cold when they kissed the world was out of balance denied its centrality it wobbled drunkenly through the night and though she cried god puts none aside to puzzle out the plan when all the prayers were done the silent shadow of a nun beckoned him to gently come and view a second of the past that must forever last a glimpse of chicken bones and ash that vanish in a flash that vanish in the gray light of tomorrow a soldier dies for distant daylight mother's cries and though the dress is neatly tied no blush will fall upon the bride Adrian Hammer didn't know the use of any winter snow or why the world must move so slowly with large investments in the town his stocks were up and never down he believed that all he'd lost was found in his respect the county round he did not die a flashy death but old and tired just went to rest his friends all thought it for the best the mud upon my shoes becomes the life upon my age if I look closely and remember I will behold no plan I have begun and no regret that did not hold me in the passion of life