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Poetry Pleases: Yet There Is Still Time

"April’s a lass we long to woo,
But we’re bound to dull routines...''

William Ruleman's poem reminds us that we shut ourselves away from a fulfilling life by trying to play a part that is not real.

April’s a lass we long to woo,
But we’re bound to dull routines,
Machines, so many tasks to do
While soundless, behind the glass, she preens

And waves her arms in the fitful wind,
Urging us to be alive,
And how she longs to be our friend!
Instead, we shut her out and strive

To play a part that is not real
(Good boy or girl with level head)
Until we find we cannot feel,
Or feel we’re only numb, half dead.

Meanwhile, the days of April pass,
The holy days, without a sound.
The dress of April’s lovely lass
Falls in petals to the ground.

--William Ruleman, © 2013

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