Yesterday I thought I
Must flee this earth
To escape the memory of you
And yet today, as I am living still,
You are the vaguest
Of my memories
A common thing among my early pleasures
A thorn among my treasures.
(5/23/61)
Attitude has a way of changing over time... it makes all the difference in the world. Good write, Dorothy! Brian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
IM GOING TO SEND THIS TO SOMEONE I USE TO LOVE