Kerouac Lives - 11 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Kerouac Lives - 11
All the sun's rising
In my death coming
None can predict when he or she would meet death. We have nothing to do with it. Simply, we have to accept everything that comes in the way of our life's journey
You are absolutely correct, Dillip! But I suspect that some, like Kerouac, may have had a bit of a heads up! up!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/29/2026 6:56:06 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Dillip, THX so very much for keeping The Kerouac Project alive by having added this one to your favourites!