The Ponderance

The Ponderance
Christopher Bogart

When I think how life continues
As I live it, day by day,
I’m reminded of a carousel
Where organ music plays.
I’m reminded of confusion
Of the wooden horses leaping
As they pass in equal distance
In the same encircling turning,
In the same monotonous way.

When I watch how people live life.
How they live it, day by day,
I’m reminded of a party
Where there’s little more to say.
I’m reminded of how futile,
Words with two, sometimes three meanings
Used religiously, yet vainly,
To dissect and kill a feeling:
An important game to play.

When I see how men are dying
As they do it, day by day,
I’m reminded of a library
Where people rarely stay.
I’m reminded of indifference
As each slips into the darkness,
Many books by many authors,
Each retaining just one memory
Of the price he had to pay.