Think Me Not A Fool, poem by David L Painter at Spillwords.com

Think Me Not A Fool

Think me not a fool

(diary of a widow)

15, January 1896

written by: David L Painter

 

It has been seven years since you departed
Seven years have come
Seven years have gone
that time is lost never to be found
still I stand looking, hoping for another hand to hold.

Oh think me not a fool or an easy mark
perhaps a onetime roll in the hay
for I am better than the sum of those parts.

Think me not a fool or as a book that
once read can be laid aside and in the knowing
related to their friends and then what of me?

Am I then just one step closer to nowhere,
or shall I smile and Vanish without a trace?
Nor will I be as a broken pen trying to fill a blank page
but one of full measure.

Think me not a fool,
for I will not be as a candle
that the master has snuffed out before retiring,
thus leaving the passage way dark and open
awaiting the renewing light of day.

Shall I stand looking out past the leaded glass
to the barren snow covered fields?
Or perhaps I should compare myself to
a berry laden tree bent over with the heaviness
of its winter’s fruit,
of which no bird or animal or man will partake
for to eat of it is poison
and thus to die.

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