October 2, 2006

• HAUNTED

  
  

   

  
  

  From lines of J. Allan Elliott

  
  

   

  
  

                           “The Child is father of the Man;”

  
  

                                  Virgil, Fourth Eclogue

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  To be is now diminished

  
  

  The past; it has returned.

  
  

  Again, again, my future seems finished!

  
  

  Can the old scroll be thrice burned?

  
  

   

  
  

  I dreamt I failed my destiny,

  
  

  Now lost beyond recovery,

  
  

  As failures of another place,

  
  

  Rose us this morn and slapped me.

  
  

   

  
  

  But I will go on, I must go on,

  
  

  Through this maze of mire and strife,

  
  

  Looking long, for the glad new dawn,

  
  

  When I can bury the painful knife.

  
  

   

  
  

  But I fear that it may reappear,

  
  

  And cut that future me.

  
  

  Oh my failures with this knife I fear

  
  

  Will haunt eternally!

  
  

   

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