I Continue Beckoning Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Sharon, you give me the reason to live through
Another day.
Now I get all excited because I can hear the sexy voice
Of a low flying airplane;
And I have rum inside of me, and your birthday wish:
That you remembered me, means everything;
And though I have been lost in the desert even while my
Sisters were getting married, becoming profession,
And buying houses,
You have resurrected me, and I salute you with really good spirits,
Because you are absolutely a lady:
And I wish I had found you in high school: I wish I had know the
Proper bait for you: I wish that I had the guts to call your soul
To the shallows if your body and fondle it with
Some sort of voodoo;
I wish I could have been beautiful for you, Sharon; and I continue
To hope that I am doing right by you. You are the one candle in this
World that is still burning, that should never go out.
Sharon, you are the last remaining wish that evaporates the
Uncertainty of every tear in this afternoon’s rainstorm;
You are the lighthouse in the eye of a hurricane; and like a lost
Sailor jumping for air, I continue beckoning.