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Let us be more interesting to ourselves
Let us down mostly
Along the blades of hearts
The spades and the turning blank voices
Let us down more like the living
Where a poem is a eulogy that
Slowly moves away
Let us be gardeners that speak of stones
Nearer the doorway to old age
Let us keep our thoughts free from weeds
And silence
Let us say that this is not, and will not
Come again like the
Cleaned hopes spread earthward then
Moved away
Let us down carefully
Let us be more interesting to ourselves
Let us down mostly
Along the blades of hearts
The spades and the turning blank voices
Let us down more like the living
Where a poem is a eulogy that
Slowly moves away
Let us be gardeners that speak of stones
Nearer the doorway to old age
Let us keep our thoughts free from weeds
And silence
Let us say that this is not, and will not
Come again like the
Cleaned hopes spread earthward then
Moved away
Let us down carefully
1 comment:
Hey very nice poem.
I am very much fond of poetry. Writing poems makes me feel lighter and happier. At the time when I wrote my first poem, I was feeling happier than ever and it’s like I am on top of the world.
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