I really don't wanna see
If I'm blind to all 'bout me
I really don't wanna hear
If I'm deaf to all the cheer
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Moulding out of clay, I'm reminded. Sometimes the inner being is as moulded as the exterior. So well done, Richard.
M.J., thanks so much for your positive input. With these Kerouac poems, it's that much more important!
That means a lot to me! This is one in a series of poems for my Jack Kerouac project. Thanks for reading and commenting.
A brave person embraces death just once but a coward dies unlimited times.
I love your response, Dillip! THX so very much for adding this poem to your favourites.