In the Hours

In the hours I have laid here alive,

Yet depressed;

A fruit fly has lived a whole lifetime,

How stressed;

It fitfully flies,hopeful, to find a mate,

Yet distressed;

While fitfully I toss in bed sleeping late,

Now missed;

By space and place the one called amor,

Yet kissed;

By fate to continues delirious quest evermore,

Why persist;

Small fruit fly concluded it best to go on,

I exist,

The larger deluded but blessed with another dawn,

The fruit fly lays comfortably for peaceful rest.

The human stares ahead oppressed.

J. Niles