I wanted a perfect ending.
Now I've learned, the hard way,
that poems don't rhyme, and some stories
don't have a clear beginning,
middle, and end.
Life is about not knowing,
having to change, taking the moment,
and making the best of it,
without knowing what's going to happen.
Delicious ambiguity.
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Unattributed Poem at a Funeral Today
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