Saturday, December 06, 2008

Empty The Box At Last

Take a long goodbye
And take it on the chin at length
And you may see what little there is
Or you may turn around and meet
What it is you've struggled toward long last
What it's been like, swearing, swaying, swerving,
Wearing way, away—oh, very fast!

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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)