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The Trappings of Life

Iím an animal
in a
circus
side show
but then again
I think that I know
something about
laughter and love
and gifts
from above.

Donít you know
I could conquer the world
with the right woman
at my side
but without her
I hide
within myself
and wonder why
should I even try.

We could populate Eden
with blue-eyed ruby-haired heathen
dancing barefoot in the fruited pastures
of our own farm,
growing old in each others arms.

We could build a cabin in the mountains
and watch snow fall off the roof all winter long
from the comfort of our warm bed
while we wait the summer thaw.

We could write books of poetry,
teaching others how to see
all the possibilities
for love and happiness
that dwell within their kingdoms.

But I think Iím understanding that
this isnít going to happen
and Iím slipping back towards a past life sin
to make the same mistake again.

50 years may come to pass
and my tears will still fill
a wine glass
that I swill to deaden memory
of unrealized love.

I can surround myself
with family and friends,
fine fancy things,
wear that wedding ring
given to me by someone
that wasnít you.

I can steal away someone elseís happiness
and they might not even miss
the life they could have had
if theyíd been loved
instead of my compromise.

Or I could resume that position,
take back the left side of the bed,
next to my wife to rest my head
and pretend this was all a dream,
just so I can watch my children grow.
But all the while I would know
that I havenít taught them how
to live and love.

That would be sin.

How are they going to learn?

I can tell myself that this is fate,
but thatís a lie that I canít take
to heart
because I know that fate is only
opportunity...
and unless we seize it
it will befriend
loss and misery and disappear.

I thought I let go
of all the trappings Iíd known
to have the opportunity
to find you, but
I must have been wrong.

Youíre still hanging on
to all those things, so
you must have found
life.

Iím a creature caught in a trap
I should gnaw off this paw
but then the blood would flow
and that would be that...
...but then
maybe thatís just where I am...

...trapped
by the trappings of life.

------
~Drake Lightle

All rights reserved.
drakelightle@comcast.net


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The following comments are for "The Trappings of Life"
by DeletedUser

The Trappings Of Life
I like tnis is one alot. Beautifully done. You have the reader feeling the disappointment in the relationship. Thanks

( Posted by: wanda [Member] On: November 14, 2006 )

Thanks for the read, Wanda...
...and the comment. It's appreciated.

Which disappointment did you feel? The marriage or thelove of my life after that never quite comes to fruition? Or both?

( Posted by: DeletedUser [Member] On: November 15, 2006 )

The Trappings Of Life
Its both. Thinking back of a love that could have been or should have been. Then feeling the disappointed of marriage.

( Posted by: wanda [Member] On: November 15, 2006 )





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