May. 31st, 2008

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
you write so many words that you forget
just how to say them in so plain a mode
that when you utter speech upon the road
your purpose and your meaning are both set
in structure and in form your only debt
has been to those who do not share the load
but who with you have understood the code
and now will not have reason to regret
all of the symbols add to one more fine
instance of what you do not understand
and all the blossoms speak with golden glow
the hope of summer is all in the shine
you reach and learn all that is in each hand
yet find that there is so much still to know

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
no reason to reflect on what's gone by
the path will lead eventually to town
your wisdom tells you all roads lead you down

what's in the distance is always a lie
only a loser could refuse the crown
no reason to reflect on what's gone by

those are not pigeons in the evening sky
nor will we ask just what is true renown
there are some times when it is best to frown
no reason to reflect on what's gone by

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