Monday, September 4, 2006

the rant of the missing few

Those are grand halls, there have been none so spacious.
A history of happiness no doubt to continue.
Tonight, a night, where all come gracious.
The gentlemen come in coats all so new.
The ladies with their smiles so sweet and vivacious.
Of the people whom belong, missing are few.
Missing are few.
There are you.

The music is set, and the program is beggining.
The tables with all kinds of foods laden.
The fun and the merriment and the joy unspring.
To chat to the gentleman and sweet-talk the maiden.
Conversing, feasting, punting, dancing.
So much to do, no sign of bother nor of burden.
Of the few not there,
Would someone care?

A hearty laughter rings out, rings out, rings out.
A gallery of smiles to be seen, to be charmed.
"Hurry, lest our customers hunger and pout."
Exclaimed the manager, obviously alarmed.
Manservants flooded the premises as if in rout.
"Rush out the next dish, and back you come!"
Boil, stew, steam and roast.
Some or none for the host?

"Where is the host? Where is the host?
Long gone was the start of our feast.
We have not addressed nor seen our host.
We know him not. If we did, would we be pleased?
We should not bother if he be far or close.
He's part of the missing few, the missing least.
Where is the host? Who is the host?
He has missed the most."

"I am the host! Remember you not?
I was a friend and compatriot, care you not?
We played and danced, recall you not?
We grew up together, was that not?
You know me, know you not?
I exist in your thoughts! Do I not?
You are there.
And I am here."

"The food is laden, why taste I not?
The music is playing, why hear I not?
I should be there! Why am I not?
My soul is willing! Why am I not?
Why am I not? Why am I not?
I should be there! Why am I not?
You are there.
And I am here."

"The components of my heart are up in turmoil.
I fancy, I want, I covet, I relish!
My desires, my needs are all curled up in one coil.
To be there! To be there! That's all I wish.
My tears fall upon foreign soil.
Would there be none to fulfil my wish?"
My tears are unnoticed.
My wish is unheard.

Notsnhoj