Why does it feel like poems age, and so get better in taste with time?
These two poems share the same title. Wrote them today as task for the day on a poets’ page. Enjoy.
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If only time could stand still
I’d guage my life
And when joy swells to the zenith
I’d hold my breath
And wish it to be my last
For it would be a pleasant last
Joy unending .
Delight would be the name
That they who knew me would call my bust
But alas
When time does stand still
My last breath
Would be afloat in the world
Kissing all those joyous
And sighing …
It could have been me.
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If only time could stand still
I’d host a feast
for all the world’s beauties and beasts
I’d call them to dance
And give each other love’s chance
I’d ask them to see with their hearts
So they wouldn’t see each other’s worn hats
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