Monday, August 15, 2011
Dustmen
Category: Poetry/LyricsDUSTMEN
A Poem about time
by
Harris Tobias
DUSTMEN
Time’s wagon clatters down the dusty road
The rusty matter of my life make up its load
Haul it away, the dustmen sing
A song for all my hours wasted
A lament for all my days long spent
The dustmen sling the dented days aboard
The wagon sways its springs tormented
It wends its plodding way abroad
Its contents hauled to that abode
Where eroded time lies fermented
Up ended, worthless and unknown
Like sand, like stone
How profligate we are with time
We fling our hours out of hand
As if we had infinity to spend
As if our days would never end
How worn the well used pieces are
The empty husks of hours
Sucked of joy like oysters
Shucked and let decay
Like so much trash in heaps they lay
The dustmen smile and cart the shells away
Is there nothing I can keep I ask
Keep the present
The present is the pearl, they say
Dustmen—As a song
Time’s wagon clatters down the road
The dusty road
The rusty matter of my life make up its load
Make up its load
Haul it away, the dustmen sing
A song for all my hours wasted
A lament for all my days long spent
The time left untasted
The dustmen sling the dented days aboard
The wagon sways its springs tormented
It wends its plodding way abroad
Its contents hauled to that abode
Where time lies fermented
Up ended, worthless and unknown
Like sand, like stone
How profligate we are with time
We fling our hours out of hand
As if we had infinity to spend
As if our days would never end
Time’s wagon clatters down the dusty road
The dusty road
The rusty matter of my life make up its load
Make up its load
How worn the well used pieces are
The empty husks of days
Sucked of joy like oysters
Shucked and let decay
Like so much trash in heaps they lay
The dustmen smile and cart the shells away
“Is there nothing I can keep?”
Keep the present, they reply
The present is the pearl, they say
Time’s wagon clatters down the road
The dusty road
The rusty matter of my life make up its load
Make up its load