The Poet Yearned

The poet yearned for
the artificial
over the real —
the deteriorating
actual.

The man thought about
that and while
all things deteriorate

there is something
to appreciate

and celebrate —
life all of its stages

up to the grave
and, yes, beyond
for there memory
is found

and, in forgiveness,
what remains
is that which
is so fond,
so very fond.

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