Weighing sums of new emotions, <br />The stuff that binds us to our tears, <br />Ensnares by comfort's numbing notions <br />Cloistered thoughts from mounting years. <br /> <br />Some such joys flaunt vivid colors <br />Steeped, at source, carotid red. <br />By contrast, scores reek dowdy pallor, <br />On faces of the doubtful dead. <br /> <br />Fall's breezes strip the lion's mane <br />A heady brew that seeds in kind <br />So, neither drink wine from sour times, <br />Nor deign to sup on spoiled remains….<br /><br />Alto Lee Thomas, Jr.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emotions-41/
