Short days, long nights
Thinking of you
Wishing for more
Settling for less
Coming up short
But finally finding–
Almost what we need

Some semblance of truth
Lingering here, dancing there
Playing games with our faces
Always we want
What makes us giddy
But never what we can have
What forever we shall want

Thinking back
Thinking over
All those times
Hard to remember
No understanding in advance

Some of us lived
Some of us died
Trying to remember
Why some of us lived
Why some of us died

Written March 1970