Sunday, July 20, 2008

A (very) little Yeats

addressing a feeling I may be feeling.

THE COMING OF WISDOM WITH TIME

THOUGH leaves are many, the root is one;
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth.

1 comment:

  1. thats kind of nice and kind of sad. I hope your taking care of your self Dad! I love you!

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