O Sole Mio Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Soft all as feather's fall Ma'at tests to weigh
A day, year, threescore ten, scale called for sins
Life's limelight stole from soul when what begins
As bright in darkness ends, so sages say.
Death dreams for some a houri holiday,
Death seems for others paradise prayer wins
At 'Peter's Gate' where early, late, Hope pins
Yearnings for sole soul's truth, once passed away.
Some rush, some flush gaze raise, dark days gainsay,
Exit pursued by bodkin bare, pale skins.
None second innings swear where pulse beat spins
Drawn thread to languid Lethe faraway.
SOft sinks what once with flounce vivacious bounced,
ONe starts with tears of joy, ends tears renounced.

(31 July 2007)