Thursday, August 27, 2009

A Man's Past

The man whose greatest fear was not knowing his place
just looked at his past to get a taste
of all the things that got him on,
got him off and got him wrong.
And he sees from the poems, the stories, the songs,
how far he's come and where he's gone;
his leering hopes — oh how they've fall'n
“How will I read this poem,” his thinking starts on,
“when today is swept, and new days dawn?
Of wisdom, or folly will the words seem drawn?”
His past is made of naive worries,
dreams that hurry through and along life's oddest flurries
that give living its truest life.

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