this 'ol' life gig

..I mean there is a sense
in which we live alone,
but come through life at length
to know, as we are known.

Not just "to hear as we are heard",
nor only "see, as we are seen",
but with our every spoken word,
to hide, or show, what we have been.

To be known, not just "no-when"
is to g ᘡ t h er / “waste” our thyme,
bring from our secret garden
what dain't even seem to rhyme,

and let the others listen,
share with us this ’ol’ life gig,
what does & doesn't glisten
both old & new, small & big!

(continued in Draft 4 Me... )

These hold our "sense of humour",
and bring a breadth to this life
that's more than just a rumour;
a shared fun, though also strife.

So, maybe know the others well,
who listen and share life with us
as we are know by “who can tell”
with love’s designs & too, love’s fuss!

This "culture" plumbs the depth
of life’s every minute;
& once we’ve “made our bed”,
then we must lie in it!