Shakespeare

I’ve touch’d the highest point of all my greatness;

And from that full meridian of my glory

I haste now to my setting. I shall fall,

Like a bright exhalation in the evening

And no man see me more.

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IF YOU SHOULD

if you should consider my demise
be it by knife or shiny gun
you’ll see a glimmer in my eyes
that is like a newborn sun

Rays my dear much too bright
you would shudder in their glow
peace and warmth born from light
your cold heart will never know

ignore this drop upon my cheek
given time enough it will dry
just smile knowing you still sneak
through this oft recurring tragedy

rage my dear like a black cloud
I won’t reconsider this least
your darkness will never shroud
that light rising in yonder east

FOR A YOUNG LADY IN AN OLD CAR DRIVING SLOW

So I honked my horn

when you probably can’t help how fast

that poor car goes

I’ve driven cars that wouldn’t accelerate over 45

But it had been a bad day

and you were anonymous

when you pulled out in front of me

There by the theater near my favorite restaurant

my angry tooting could have been as much because

you are young and blond and couldn’t wait

and I am old and slowing down

Valerie Gilreath, 1995