The Lesson by Maya Angelou

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The Lesson

I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.

Maya Angelou

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Allison Dones (2/26/2008 1:27:00 PM)
I LOVE THIS PEOM ITS GREAT! ! ! ! ! ! !

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Katie Dean (2/8/2008 8:08:00 PM)
Maya Angelou is def. gifted........ this poem hits you right in the chest....its powerful

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