Friday, December 25, 2009

Cool Solace

We fret and worry, scurry – guilt! – feel misbegotten –
importunately fear we’re indefensible –

but fortunately no one’s indispensable.
When we’re gone, the thing – and we – will be forgotten.



加伦。 said...

You know it's not true! I think you prove the lie.

Guy Kettelhack said...