Carry On

A Poem by Ames

I wonder how you were
Were you aware?
Did you know?
Was it all a show?

Perhaps you heralds were troubled
Yet my megrim is twice as doubled
I fathom half as much as less as I need to know
Was it all a mummer's farce...a Trouper's show?

A comic tragedy more like
Hence the solemn smile
Now we tread the moon like Mike
In his shoes we would walk a mile

Wait! It comes!
It all adds up like Montessori sums
I am as you were when you were and I was not
Yet I am more than I am for what I am is what you were not

I shall follow your footprints to its inevitable precipice
But not beyond, lest I feel release by my own bliss
Yours was the prologue
Mine the epilogue to your prologue

"You did not finish the race you started" some say
They forget it was a relay
You passed the baton
Now I must carry on...