An Old Flame
(to W.B. Yeats with respect)
by Nii Parkes
One fine day when you are tired and spent
I know you will walk past my home and ask
why you mad my courting you such a task
that it left my will permanently bent.
If you walk in, you will find my eyes still
and glowing with the passion they still hold;
But the damp dreams I have saved from the cold
of the flames would have long consumed their fill.
So I bid you once more to consider;
Is it wise to desert a love so young,
when its flames burn so intense and so long
only to return and find warm cinder.