Of Appreciation Or, Perhaps The Sometime Folly Of Desire

 

Of Appreciation 

Or, Perhaps The Sometime Folly Of Desire

a reply by a Faust

Like a dog that to full throated chase of a car having dared

Success — neither expected nor imagined — has found me — surprised —

Bewildered, &, I might swear, not  the least bit prepared —

If it were not for all that I confess here not — unrecognized

Specifically the Poet lacks for nothing but Friendship

Everything else has been found more easy to find

To Flattery albeit removed bearing kinship

To another’s Regard the most sought after kind 

Whose precise definition is born every instant anew

From What one finds to hand When one’s wherefore’s made Why

Necessity setting limits to How becomes the mother of Who

The above meeting below in the You and the I

So the Poet here fashioning sense of Self & of Good

If aught could become differently, unsure that it should