Colin F. Jones

KNOW ME NOW

Know me while I live, or not at all,
Make me the equal of all selfish thought,
Know me when I need you; hear my call,
That I am in your fondness ever caught.
I am but what you let me be my friend,
For even to the lowliest I must bow,
For there is nothing left in the end,
Tis all about what I have here with me now.
What good is memory of a passing phase,
All grace is lost when the poet dies,
A drop of dew in a pale haze,
Faint echoes of a person who still cries!
Love’s not retained mid the rhythmic pain
If death should bring one, everlasting fame.