8-1-10 untitled 2
we live like everything is forever
when life is only temporary
complacent we cannot afford to be
in effect it's apathy
life is short we're fond to say
because we don't know how long we can stay
8-1-10 untitled 2
california commented on 8-1-10 untitled 2
05-07-2011
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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