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Saturday, April 03, 2010

Everything's Fine

You say you’re kind? Fine. I’ll rejoice as you succor the beggar.

You say you’re my friend? Fine. That will be your hand pressing mine.

You say I’m your future? Fine. I’ll wake to you in the morning.

You say you care? Fine. I’ll cry when I find the flowers.

You say you’ll love me through sickness and health? Fine.

You’ll smooth the sheets on my deathbed.

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Blogger Wine and Words said...

FINE! Poor word. Never was meant to become the false aquiescence we have christened it. Never meant to become the lie answer to the "how are you" question. But hey, I liked this poem just fine :)

Mon Apr 05, 11:29:00 AM  
Blogger anna said...

Statements made can only be expected to be true at the moment they are made. Things change, people change, situations change and so must statements change.

"The less I seek my source for some definitive, the closer I am to fine." - Indigo Girls

Tue Apr 06, 09:00:00 AM  
Blogger Jonas said...

Believe me, I wasn't trying to write a poem, Ms. WaW. I rarely do nowadays (simply haven't got the courage or the talent). Even so, I'm glad you enjoyed my mutterings.

Yes, Anna, things change. People change. Circumstances change.

I've changed.

Tue Apr 06, 09:08:00 PM  
Blogger shadowlands1501 said...

Jonas, you are a wonderful wordsmith.

"You say you’ll love me through sickness and health? Fine.
You’ll smooth the sheets on my deathbed"

When that mystery of death comes, I not only smoothed the bed sheets, I kissed him softly as he took his leave. It was not fine, it was finality and I was honored to smooth the deathbed sheets...

Thu Apr 08, 08:54:00 PM  
Blogger Jonas said...

Oh, Ms. Shadowlands!!! You know all too well (better than many) what 'smoothing the bedsheets' entails.

I wish you peace of mind. I wish you beautiful memories...

And a beautiful future.

Fri Apr 09, 06:02:00 PM  

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