Am I Another Prufrock?
James Watson *
I also measure my life by tablespoons
I put off decisions after decisions
I also walk through streets with insidious intend
I have also strolled down golden beaches
Countless number of times and tirelessly
In my efforts to catch the mermaids singing
Day after day amid short bouts of inspiration
Have I tried to put that overwhelming question
I have seen her a million times
I have known her for a billion years
I have talked to her a trillion times
And I have loved her from 5 years before the flood
Now I have grey hair and autumn's its uninvited guest
I have antediluvian gums that hold no teeth anymore
Thank god! I still have eyes though not too young
My steps are small and my limbs are stiff
My tongue wags though my voice's a treble
Is it time or should I wait longer?
Oh! How do if put that overwhelming question?
Tell her not to look at me like that
Tell her not to give me those enchanted smiles
Please tell her to stop tormenting me
Oh! She's killing me though softly and slowly
Oh! Please tell her to teach me instead
How to put that overwhelming question.
I waste my days and my joyous moments
I waste my play times and my study hours
The sun and his tolls are no concern to me
And my conscience, I pay deaf ear to me
So great is this beautiful lady
A magic charm, maybe she owns
So much have I wasted in her thought,
And in my effort to put that overwhelming question.
* Poem written by James Watson ( a regular contributor to e-pao.net) . The poet can be contacted at musingamong_cauliflower(at)yahoo(dot)com . This poem was webcasted on September 22, 2008.
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