2014-04-01

詩 March Comes in with a Bang, Goes out with a Whimper

What a precious gift God gi'e us
To go softly into that Good Night

To not have to choose
Between bang and whimper

Between rock and hard place
Between two sorrowful shores

Safe harbor, a warm crevice
In which to nestle

Rest our weary mortal coils
Between victory and defeat

Isogeba, mawaru
Do not oppose the tempest

Bend like the willow
Take the road less traveled

Poem #1, National Poetry Writing Month

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