This I know

My wife Irma.

I do not know my worth,
That is for others to value.
I do know what is in my heart,
And what is in your smile.
If the world came to an end,
If today was our last,
This moment would be as always,
To take this into eternity,
All that I have to give.
Is not worldly bonds,
Is not a promise or gift,
It is an everlasting possession,
All there has ever been,
That I have ever needed,
That has nourished me,
Manna, which has succored me,
In sorrow, pain, and defeat,
In joy, triumph, and peace,
It is you, my cherished wife,
With my life, I love you.
By my last breathe,
That is enough for me.

© 2021, Donald Harbour

Who are you, today

So, you seek duality,
Compatibility in opposites.
You are armed with preconception
Filled with determinant knowledge.
Cultural tenets pull you into it,
You know, that cesspool of conformity.
The constant blather about equilibrium,
The vogue of the day, your crowd,
Maintaining balance, harmony,
But your duality is shallow, seen.
Watching you walk down the street,
Passing the less fortunate shows,
That slight side step, hip outward,
Compassion is your hypocrisy, and
That… your grievous duality.
A disease permeates your life,
Your body language the diagnosis.
Actually, you are the less fortunate,
Those that live on the street,
They are in touch with reality,
You, only hubris and counterfeit charity.

© 2011, Donald Harbour