EUSTAH BEES…
… Once had hair that was as thick as the AMAZON rainforest.
… Once had hair darker than the [ Black Forest], or Blonder than [ Hay], freshly mown, in Iowa, as Red as a shiny, newly minted [Penny].
… Once had the strength of an [Anaconda].
… Once had extended the ardour of Ironwood, or had enough of Love’s moistures to fill [Lake Baikal].
… Once had outrun the Sun, but now need its heat for the parts that have worn.
… Are those who had so many questions in need of Answers.
… Have, more than ONCE, had minds that had too many “flight schedules”.
… ALL have grown into these EUSTAH BEES.
The wings of “steel” are now the [Silly Putty] pressed to the cartoons of a ‘life’.
Our mouths that formed the Honeys of far gone achievements now dribble in disdain.
The hands that gathered the pollens of children’s growth now practice waving good-bye. And the varied “Hives” that we’d “belonged to” have been repopulated with the new Drones and Queens…
… Not taking notes of how LIFE’S [metamorphosis] changes “Newbies” into…
…EUSTAH BEES!
( My THANKS to RAVENSCAWL for charting this to me for the past year. And ESPECIALLY to TIKNO/Bapak dan guru Ely, for finding this blog from across a Dunia.)