A Man Deemed “Until”

For a man deemed “Until”

Life was draped in mystique

For no answer could fulfill

When he was exposed to a critique

When lads and lasses alike spoke of the man

They came to disagree and claimed “No, not Until”

To which they’d ask, “Tell, until what, if you can?”

And then the conversation came to a standstill.

“I mean, no! Not Until.” A man would say

“Yes, but until what?”

“Until, the man!” He declared as he shook his head in dismay

His words, however, would never make the cut

Frustrated he waved a finger

And his lips squeezed into a pout

He paced as he could not linger

And he began to shout

“Until, that cursed being!

The name that beseeched confusion in every word!”

“However, what point am I not seeing?

Was there a point I had not heard?”

The man shook his head in defeat

And dismissively waved a hand with a “Bah!”

Before he wandered off with brisk feet

The man had left, and the other thought, “Hallelujah!”

He ceased for a moment to think

As he found the man’s confusion baffled him

Only then did it begin to sink

Even if the chances of recovery were slim.

“Oh!” He laughed.

“Until, that’s his name!”

He stood, looking like a foolish calf

But, at least he’s not to blame