intro, and "Elegy for an Old Self"

Mike Lavoie has encouraged me (at gunpoint) to start a blog. I've put his name in the title, with the (convenient) (and correct) implication that this is all his fault. The requirement is that every Sunday, I post a new piece of "creative" "work" on here, for your perusal and execration. Mike is doing the same thing on his own blog, and for all I know other people are too. After this initial introduction, I'll try to keep the self-deprecation to a minimum, but I make no promises, because I am a weak, spineless, often-malodorous twerp.

This week's offering is below. Enjoy! Feel free to post comments, if you really want people to know how bored you are.

Elegy for an Old Self

I had the bright blind will of a child;

I had the hot pure faith of a saint;

I was all; I was all, or was nothing;

Life was painful, but never faint.

But the bloom of me started to mellow,

And the green of me started to turn,

And I moved from the heat of the footlights

To behind them and watching them burn.

Now I laugh at my old affectations

With the laughter of envy and doubt;

And I know I can live with perspective,

But what am I living without?