Third Fig Poem by Fred Babbin

Third Fig

Rating: 5.0


I am not so clever
I am not so quick
As those who will endeavor
To burn their mortal wick
At both ends.
Besides, it‘s much
too late for me -
Life has made my wick
too damp, too weak.
I am so sick of life,
a way out's what I seek.

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