David McLansky

Freshman - 992 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Reunion - Poem by David McLansky

Time has etched our handsome faces
Our lives have run their separate races;
Once in youth we tried romance
And found we failed that sacred dance;

Unencumbered as we might be,
Can we two merge our histories?
Thirty years, you're still insane;
Thirty years, you've nothing learned


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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 7, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, March 7, 2014


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