We Held It Long

(an attempt at poetry)

A surprise to me, I have grown old.
As my days grow short, the wind blows cold.
Winter is coming, I feel it near,
And so it’s past time to say, my dear:

Do not cry for me, when once I sleep.
A full cup I had, I drank it deep.
A short time we have, before we’re gone,
but even for that, we held it long.

I’ve loved and been loved. I’ve no regrets.
I look back fondly. People I’ve met,
and  the things I’ve done, places I’ve been,
I treasure it all, and so again:

Do not cry for me, some mournful wail.
No, but smile instead, at some hoary tale
of the kind I told, that made you groan
or roll your eyes while I laughed alone.

Remember that time we laughed so much?
What was it, that thing our humor touch’d?
The laugh remembered, the cause forgot.
Remember that laugh, and not sad thought.

Do not cry for me, when once I sleep.
A full cup I had, I drank it deep.
A short time we have, before we’re gone,
but even for that, we held it long.

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