All the World

All the world's the same, for all the men and women samer than ever
they have their idiocies and idiocyncrasies
and one man in part resembles many others
his acts being mimicries. at first the infant,
as recalcitrant as a mule in the nurses arms,
and then the whining fool boy with his matchet

for

i shed my tears...

for the smiles of urs that i never saw...

the games of urs that i never played..

those moments of urs that i never shared...

the dreams of urs that were never made...

cruel time has still never stayed...

all these and more into my heart have I laid...