I Cannot Imagine My Life Without
I’ll have given my strength
And fingers quake, a collapse
And at weary arm’s length,
A kind soul, and perhaps—
When my legs hold
A weight more than can bear,
Suddenly, kin’s grip: ivy! Marigold!
And gentle worry—soulful care.
And lovers pass, and flowers die,
And I lament: this Lonely grew
She held me in her arms, yet I
Through companions, abandon blue.
It parts when Lonely dips her head,
And bonds that grow do never part;
Behold, my champions who help quell my dread:
The friends I keep close in my heart.
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