(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

The Pricelessness Of It

I came to provide you,
A safe haven to share.
But you didn't see it.
Your ego sought attention,
To be pleased by those...
Who chose you for their affairs.

So much of what you wanted,
Was there for me to give.
But you were looking for imitations.
Something not to build or create.
Something already there...
With a temporary pleasing,
To feed with impression.
And pretentions to spare.

I came to provide you,
A safe haven to share.
For just you and me,
To succeed anywhere.
But you had no respect for that.
What I brought to give you could not see.
And now that I've exposed what you could not believe,
You assess what you've obtained...
As a value diminished.
In times you seek something treasured to keep.

But that which is purchased for eyes to impress,
Often rusts to turn to dust...
After much rubbing and touching.
To amplify one's unhappiness,
With a yearning in endless searching.
To change ever so much.

I came to provide you,
A safe haven to share.
But the pricelessness of it,
Could not sit or fit...
Within your limits.

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