nearly good night time. Have a poem on the human condition

[McKenzie]

About how our expectations change for the worse as we get older, and more cynical, and about how we lose the simple joys of life along the way.

Sorry, I can be a sad, melancholy type sometimes.

A blade of Grass

You ask for a poem
I offer you a blade of grass
You say it is not good enough
You ask for a poem

I say this blade of grass will do
It has dressed itself in frost
It is more immediate
Than any image of my making

You say it is not a poem
It is a blade of grass and grass
Is not quite good enough
I offer you a blade of grass

You are indignant
You say it is too easy to offer grass
It is absurd
Anyone can offer a blade of grass

You ask for a poem
So I write you a tragedy about
How a blade of grass
Becomes more and more difficult to offer

And about how as you grow older
A blade of grass
Becomes more difficult to accept

Brian Patten