Thoughts Written While Sitting on a Dormitory Double Deck

Thoughts in my dorm on a workday evening

My things, though merely happenstance,
bethought when time allows --
they are not altogether
immaterial nor disparaging.
They are not as idle
as some wiser fold would have you think.

For perhaps,  presently, 
and in respites between struggles
come the muses of un-clustered variety;
And my heart in its unbridled gaiety sings,
as a bird upon a summer would,
"Joy is come, love is come." 

As the sun shines bright
in the middle of the twilight's day, sing,
"the night it comes, but it leads to the morning, 
and those who walk dissatisfied
are those unable to relinquish
the unrepeatable beauties of yesterday." 

So it is but fair to this indifferent world
to present an abundance of beauties,
nevermind leaving woe if a man's only joy
ever ought to pass him by,
riding on the saddle of time,
that remains infallible and true as it flies.

That nature has for law and life has for statute
the practical policy; the currency of
one glory for another at exchange rates quite so high,
I find so little to none that my heart
holds dear for barter; but even if I did,
the saddle of time would give ride to only one. 

On this high, non-negotiable steed,
leaves no rider no choice but be wise --
smart and knowing but no less recalling,
the glitter I find in my love's eyes;
Oh, what joy there is in memory, -- what love and longing too
Still that bird will sing when tomorrow comes,
Leaving yesterday no less true.

I.R.XXR-13.04.25format

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*as some wiser FOLK would have you think - correction