Remember how small you are,
never forget we borrow air, we
rent and run out on the check.
If jealous grace grants you a year
to know your love before he leaves,
you've still stolen something sweet.
It may take two more to twist
the tender taste from your tongue,
but never wonder if you've won.
Another wonderful poem. You continue to astonish.
ReplyDeleteAw, shucks, thanks! :)
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