STOLEN MOMENTS
One stolen moment from the worldly cares,
One wanton thought, one lone unhurried cruise,
One sensuous smile that beckons and ensnares
And lingers balm – like on some bleeding bruise.
Is dearer than all wealth and all repute
Which labored effort wins and men possess,
Indulge in ostentation and compute
The cost with genuine pride. Nevertheless
They find that all this ruthless drive has failed
To satisfy some vague but restless need,
One whispering melody which goes unhailed
Is irreparable loss to us indeed.
One longing kiss that lessens stress and strain
Is pregnant with more pleasure than all gain.
