Sunday 4 December 2016

Tender

Published 25/04/2010 | 05:00

And tender also to the thoughts returning

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Unbidden in the night,

Old blames, old shames, old flames re-burning

Time despite.

Remember that a lot you squirm for now

Was really caused

By leaping into things feet first.

If you had paused,

Considering like others every consequence,

There would be less,

But less of you as well for what it's worth, purblind

Enthusiast.

Then tender anyway to him, this one-time self,

Hard to defend,

As you learn lessons still unlearned

Towards the end.

Anthony Cronin

(From The Fall, new poems by Anthony Cronin, to be published by New Island next month)

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