The Chosen Creed C. Taufer You bid me waken to the songs of day, And when I do, the world in slumber lies, Too weary to give light to point the way, Too tired to take the blindfold from the eyes. And so I never see the things you see, Nor smell the richness which you say you smell, And this I know would always bother me Much more than chanelled pathways bound to hell. For once I did not shirk the God you claim, And climb with sureness once the ladder rungs, And then I saw the value in self-faim, And longed that glory in myself be sung. It's not that mine is all and yours is less It's just that yours brought me unhappiness. 18 On Commiseration With Misery C. Taufer Is there no one to laugh with me But me? Are only the sorrows of one's life To be shared? Tomorrow will come again And soon enough be yesterday. It passes, And my laughter echos, My tears are wiped away. Dining Alone? C. Taufer I sat down to dinner With loneliness, my guest. On my plate steaming Turkey stew, On his plate, me, All dressed In blue. 19