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PoeticKnight Senior Member
since 2000-01-20
Posts 1144New Orleans, LA |
Another day older And what do I have to show for it? What will make me immortal? Is it never dying, Or the works I create, Like busy ants Building, always building Moving ever in vain In their doomed mounds To be destroyed by whim Of Nature or Man, Or by their own hand Pitiless time marches on Cruel Fate, and even crueler Hope Gathers me along with everyone In its tightening grip Some few slipping between fingers Postponing their inevitable destination Only pausing briefly Until falling faster, They hit the ground suddenly And then what does it all matter? Just another day older And still, What do I have to show for it? |
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Broken Wings Member
since 2000-03-18
Posts 157Miami, FL. |
Just another day older And still, What do I have to show for it? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ahhh...i ask myself the same question everyday. i guess we have to just hope that the little things we do day to day somehow makes a difference. Great Poem! take care, **hug** Broken Wings  "As you learn and grow, you will realize the greater the pain, the greater the growth." -IYANLA VANZANT |
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PoeticKnight Senior Member
since 2000-01-20
Posts 1144New Orleans, LA |
Thank you very much Broken Wings! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Another day older And what do I have to show for it? What will make me immortal? Is it never dying, Or the works I create, Like busy ants Building, always building Moving ever in vain In their doomed mounds To be destroyed by whim Of Nature or Man, Or by their own hand ------------------ monotonous isnt it...  deep, deep deep, ...you are... and to answer your question...what do you have to show for it...a bazillion awesome poems.*S* stalking your depths... your jm and you can say baby... baby can I hold you tonight maybe if told you the right words... at the right time, you'd be mine... baby can I hold you tonight... tracy chapman |
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