Move On, Move On

I thought I knew the province of the soul,

Untouched by human grief and tragedy

But now I walk unmindful of the goal

Caught in a tape-loop of past memory.

Beset by poignancy and moved to tears

By others' pain and sorrow I can taste

Or to impotent anger at the years

Of inability to keep apace

My spirit's soaring in my anguished mind.

I know that all the love the heart could bear

Remains a constant though the eyes are blind

And blankly at the future's brilliance stare.

"Move on, move on", the timeless voices call

"Rise up and cast from thee Death's sombre pall."