PEOPLE I DON’T WANT TO MEET

PEOPLE I DON’T WANT TO MEET

 

There are people who say

It is wrong to be gay

In this workaday world of ours;

They live far apart

From the pleasures of art

Discarding sweets for sours.

One would think from their creeds

God gave us the weeds,

And the devil provided the flowers.

Of course I’m aware,

Earthly joys are a snare,

And the laugh from my lips I should banish,

I ought to throw dust

O my head-but I must

Catch that silvery gleam ere it vanish.

As my colours combine,

What a kingdom is mine!

Though most of my castles are Spanish.

French, Percy. (1980) ‘Prose, Poems & Parodies.’  Dublin, Helicon Limited