Homage to John Donne

Very, very modest homage

Spirit we are but yet embodied too:
So I recall some bodies I have known,
Known and loved well. There’s one became my own
For whiles, but debt inevitably due;

Nothing can last. So, what? Should we then rue
The chance of meeting, the affection grown,
Lust helping? Can we justly whinge and groan
It didn’t stay? This doesn’t seem quite true

To mortal life. Fact is, things come and go,
And people too. Don’t minimize the grief.
The price of joy is the abyss of woe;
Neither without the other. Small relief
These lucubrations: The body also
Matters, much matters. This is my belief.