Subject: A Fallen Lamb
From: Christopher W. Thomas (creatician@poetic.com)
Host: dnb-as1s43.erols.com
Date: Thurs Aug 14, 1997 at 11:28AM

For the past 24 years, those pewter pieces have stood

The pair of them gazing at each other, looking good
The Lion, standing quite solidly in his Regal stance
With the Ram perched on its hind legs - in a prance <v>
A clear symbol of a relationship which was tried & true
But, which now - is over ... and has left me quite blue
For it made many twists and turns through the years
Even one very major one ... which caused many tears <v>
And over the past six or seven weeks I've not written
But've done many other things by which I've been bitten
Even turned another year older, hitting the half-century
And've celebrated by overhauling my living room & pantry <v>
In the process of which - I took down many past cards
Some of which fell down from upper shelf, landing hard
Falling upon my beautiful pewter statues - the two pair
But only one of which fell down, not from a gust of air <v>
And I saw it there, lying upon its pranced postured side
Chose not to uplift it to place it back in Lion's pride
And still it lies there - motionless - without substance
Quite symbolic of a closed part of my life, now askance <v>
And as I welcome a new direction my life will yet take
I relish the future, quite devoid of my past mistakes
Many which were caused by the rushing of male hormones
Which claimed not only my body, but also my mind, zoned <v>
And now - I am free ... to focus on my art and craft
Without the bother of love's search - which, in past
So cost me, I sometimes did lose my ultimate good focus
As I was redirected to follow things which choked us ... <v>
But now, I am resolute, for, if Love is out there for me
I am quite confident it will not just pop out of a tree
But, neither will it happen if I make it my life's search
For Love is not forced, it comes along - as just a perk <v>
Part of the evolution and unearthing of Life's mystery
Which so few do really find, then go on to make history
I raise my cup in Cheer to those who've made this dent
In this ever-evolving life they've chosen to have spent <v>
Their days and hours consumed by so much good intention
The natural daily chores of life've been second mention
But those who have dedicated themselves to these tasks
Have accomplished far more just by doing than by being asked <v>
Just like the pewter Lamb - who tried so - in a prance
While the Lion just stands and holds firm, not by chance
But by practice, experience ... and by relishing his stance
The Lion wins out, for Pride confers Praise - upon its lance.

- Tristram