Monday, November 30, 2009

To Live. And To Die

 

It is not a still birth;

It is not an abortion;

It is not to be barren.

 

It is to live fully

But not to live well or long.

It is to live and to die.

 

To live fast, with eyes closed;

To think slow with heart open,

Wide open without reason.

 

To live like , a poet,

But not like an wise old bard.

To live like a drunk drifter. 

 

And to die like a tramp:

To die young and unconscious.

To die young having been conscious.

To die young like Dylan Thomas. 

 

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