We Spend So Long In Being…
We spend so long in being what we should wish to be, Erecting and enhancing a thing that others see; We keep so busy living as some have said we must, Perfecting and embracing the sleepwalk of the just, Concocting love and duty for enemies and friends, The prisoners of a jury whose sentence never ends, Too comfortable to alter — as exiles, we defer, For fear we might encounter the ghost of who we were.
Dorsington, Warwickshire July 27, 2007
First Published in Homeless In My Heart
