Change (Angela Manalang Gloria) I have outgrown them all, and one by one, These loves I took so mightily to heart Before you came: the dolls that overran My childhood hours and taught me fairy art; The books I ravished by the censored score; Music that like delirium burned my days; The golden calf I fashioned to adore When lately I forsook the golden phrase. And thus I shall outgrow this love for you. Sooner or later I shall put away This jewelled ecstasy for something new. Brand me not fickle on that fatal day: Bereft of change that is my drink and bread, I would not love you now. I would be dead.
Posted on: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 03:22:30 +0000