Monday, February 22, 2010

Even Poetry

Even poetry isn’t this unpopular,
So I guess it’s me.
First you’re alone, is the first thing we learn,
Then others die and you feel a greater sense of it.
Then after all you die and you’re alone again.
Like an actuarial clerk, I spend more time
Keeping track of life with pencil and ink
Than living.

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Current draft: 2/22/2010
Created on 2/15/2010 11:48 AM

This esoteric conceit clumsily conceived by Ron Southern at 11:57 AM
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2 comments:

  1. Twilight2/22/2010 3:57 PM

    This reminded me of a quote from a TV film (mini-series?) we watched a couple of days ago -
    birth to death, a voyage between two eternities. From "Broken Trail" - very enjoyable - almost (but not quite)in the same league as "Lonesome Dove".

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  2. Ron Southern2/22/2010 8:08 PM

    I've run across the middle of that movie twice now, so still haven't seen the beginning. It seemed very good to me, even though I had no idea what had gone before. Maybe someday I'll see it all.

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

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