Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Good poems for hard times (7,8)

Don't read too much into this. I just like the poem; not planning to go anywhere soon.

My Cup
Robert Friend

They tell me I am going to die.
Why don't I seem to care?
My cup is full. Let it spill.

Last Poem
Ted Berrigan

(Last line only)

"...Let none regret my end who called me friend."

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