|
|
back to poem list
|
next poem, previous poem
|
| Final Bow |
4/23/2012
|
It's like an inside joke that even I'm not sure I get.
Why we are, when we met.
And why we are how, here and now.
It's something I can't understand.
It's not like something I planned.
I don't ever want to take my final bow.
|
|
|
|
|
|
[use > to go next and < to go previous. tab and shift+tab can also be used]
Copyright © Mirrorglassball 2009-2024
|
|