Sometimes sentiment sublates the stark cold truth
On gravestones, memory's mourning heart to soften;
This stony judgement I'd carve for myself:
'He loved not wisely - but he loved quite often.'
I love it when a poet says volumes with only a handful of words. Rusty
Tch...what a common feeling that is. Loved far from wisely and loved far toooooo often in my life. Best love I found was for myself. in 1988. Since then I give love of a different kind to my children alone. The single life is far safer. Hugs Jan
good stuff here, Shep! i think the same thing could be said for just about all of us, ha ha ha. Jake
this poem is beautiful in its short and to the point explanation, good works.
Beautiful the way you put philosophy into a few lines. I liked it. :)
To be able to write so much in only a few lines is something I aspire to - very well done indeed.
Nice, nice, nice. Excellent. To say more would trivialize what you have accomplished here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ahh, Michael...the perpetual simplicity in basic truth...nicely done... Lare