Before The Moment Is Over
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"A New Years Eve some years ago. The TV in one corner, PC in the other, separated from my lover, I oscillate between the two sources of information. My little ones were children who were suffering brain sten glioma… one of whom had just left and joined the angels. (“My little ones” as I refer to them, were American children who were being treated at Duke Children’s Hospital & Health Center in North Carolina. Most were suffering from inoperable brain tumors.)" - Allen Ansell Lest I forget… The leaves are finally gone And where green or brown once shone Are now the random blocks of blue Glimpses of every shape and hue Between the bare and haggard wood That even centuries has stood And yet… In some untimely fashion She slides her arm around his waist. A simple unplanned loving motion Born of such innocent devotion. But then… Each moment – each infinitesimal moment Is filled with unbelievable heartache In shattered homes All around the world. I click on my Internet link To read how my ‘little ones’ are doing. Whatever the mood of my luxurious and Unfairly bounteous life, These moments Can be guaranteed To pierce the armour of my brain And switch on a pain in my heart. My heartache is nothing compared To what my fellow humans Are suffering in their homes; In hospitals, In waiting rooms, Or watching their children endure From the dreaded letter ‘C’ And so… Don’t they know It is really just another day? Crowded squares burst with expectation. Couples await the hour side by side, hand in hand, Stomachs tingling in anticipation Of the midnight kiss their lips await. I see… He wears a crazy mad-hatter’s concoction. And she a knitted woolen hat that Squirts her curly hair around… Garb to welcome in a notion The skies are lit by demented pyrotechnics. Explosions blast the ears and rock … I am moved to tears just watching kisses in Times Square As all hands are set perpendicular on the clock And the camera catches infinitesimal moments That cannot ever be relived in our puny reality Moments constantly dispatched Into the depths of my mind Where all their colours are faded and only the Light of Hope beams through the tiny gaps That pain and suffering have gauged. They kiss… Despite my rushing here and there In search of something never found – Perpetually disappointed By all the frippery and flotsam My material desire acquires – I feel the gentle touch of her lips And savouring the moment clear Feel my lips get torn from hers As the moment is over. © Allen Ansell 2023
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