no kumen ...

somewhere the old people wander
and linger themselves into noon
and sleep in the wheat fields yonder
to rise as fresh children with moon
somewhere the children,old,maunder
and know what it is to be dead
and turn in their weeping to ponder 
oblivious field'neath their bed'
and sit at the long dining table
where life makes a banquet of flesh,
where dis-able makes itself able
and spoiled puts on new masks of fresh.
Somewhere a band is playing 
0h listen,oh listen,that tune !
If you learn it you'll dance on forever
In June............
And yet June.........
And more June...........
And death will dumb and not clever 
And death will lie silent forever
In June and June and more June....








The darkness now was complete.The twillight was quiet ..
I opened my eyes fully and lay staring at the ceiling in disbelief .I turned in the bed and picked up a picture postcard lying on the nightstand,and stared at the image .


At last i said ...."Am I happy ????"
And responded to myself...."I'm not happy"