She commands my interest this great woman
To see , to contemplate , to make wonder .
All those joys , wounds - the many parts of man
That skirt or shrink from light are known by her .
Yet flesh and bone the mortar of this home
Pay fealty to reality and age
Which explains why fantasy tries to roam
While he begs for help just to turn the page .
How much more emptied be this vale of tears
Without a heart so tender or so kind
As those who help others share their fears
Or fight the numbing " no never you mind . "
She's all these things and many times more
That's why i sing what fun is this - Alors ! .
jts 8 November 2013
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