"Ruby Red, So Fair and Dead"

Shall a touch of ruby rare

Be shut out, never to bare

A beauty worth conceiving?

Never to grace us with a greeting,

My, oh my, must be exhausting

Just a little dip of juice, costing

Us much more than a smile,

And a distance much greater than a mile.

Always fit, but never firm

Usually smaller than a germ.

It is never worth the wait

To come and participate.

Always louder than it seems

To catch it in a dream.

Even with a will of iron,

It will bend and break like a wire.

Ever moving, never resting,

It wants to keep on guessing.

A fiery storm above our heads,

Sooner or later we’ll all be dead.

So why try?