Redundant, redundancy, but the chorus goes on
We hate, we love - alternately but with consistency
We laugh, we cry - but always with the same reason
Remembering, remembrance, all these in abundance...
Are you happy? Your dad asks me in concern one morning
He is a good man and I envy him his son but wondering
Why the question - should I feel the suggested meaning
The son is indeed a fine man, too fine for one woman...
Laughing, laughter, alone mostly, but I must carry on
We doubt, we believe - but in the end, one recourse
Not to dismantle but to prop up, hold tight, cleave
Thinking, thoughts - but always with you as the reason.
Doris Cornago
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/too-fine-for-one-woman/
