Most of All
Most of all, I
quiet to hear my sons’ laughter but snub the marching band
tongue spicy sweet cinnamon though disdain rare truffles
climb to sight the far sunset and turn away from the road
yearn to listen to the poet but don’t hear any king
lean to smell the hyacinth though not costly perfume
reach to kiss my lover’s hand but ignore the silken gown
chant the trope of psalms but refute the tyrant’s rant
kneel to drink clear water but am not sated with Champagne
stretch to grasp my toes far longer than to hold a torch
pray for my grandchildren’s health rather than myself a longer life
seek my worth as a seashell more than all the gold in the world
Just a thought 55
Photo of seashell courtesy Pixabay