Oh well, we say as we purvey
The ‘undone’ lost to yesterday
Oh, well we sigh as flowers die
And winter fills the eager sky
Oh well, thought grieves as autumn leaves
Its petals pooled in ditch and eaves
Oh well, we laugh as photographs
Of seasons sign their autographs
Oh well, we stare where the full air
Weeps shards of triumph and despair
Oh well, we groan as what we know
Bids us hold on while we let go
Oh well, we yearn as soft we learn
The lessons of time’s no-return
Oh well, we smile while all the while
Being seduced by moment-guile
Oh well, oh well, oh well, we say
Tomorrow is another day
But one ‘oh well’, we cannot afford
To be unready to meet the Lord
© Janet Martin
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