I have certainly
no faith in miracles, yet I long
That when death comes to take me
From this great song
Of a world ; it permits me to return
To your door once, and knock
And knock
And call out :
"If you need someone
To share your anguish, your simplest pain,
Then let me be the one.
If not, then let me again
Embark - This time never
To return -
In the final direction
Forever"
Friday, January 18, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
GUILT
The knarled knotted palm
Painfully outstretched
Sought just alms ....
Yet, I would not
Could not .....
Face
His poverty-eaten face
Only sought to escape ..........
From him ??
From the guilt of
My radiant health
My tightly-held
Undeserved wealth !!
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