"Lunchtime" 1974: poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

Once I could eat with the zeal of a revolution
But now I can only think of you.

Once I could write reams of elocution
Now I only think of you

When words were wine and time stood still
And I could eat and drink my fill,
My life became as I had dreamed
I'd done my best, I'd had my will.

Once I came home, and wrote it all down
Poetry's poems, my life's throne and it's crown
I would remember my sadness and hopes
Deal with life lightly, remember my jokes
Crumble my dreams with a paper and pen
Get hurt and like it again and again.
Life was so busy, and fast and remote
I could face anything, poems I wrote - 
Then I met you and the poems were gone
My appetite faded, my poems were done
Life's not so easy I've found once more
I will find the answer, when I've 
	found what you're here for.