Final Goodbyes
Ninety years could have slipped you by
But thirty three thousand dreams I see linger in your eyes
Wake up it’s time
Drink this last cordial of comfort
Rest your heavy head unhurt
Close those weary eyes
Liberate all lose ties
Sleep off today
Sleep off tomorrow
This world: this scheme
Honestly, is nothing but a dream.
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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