johnnyjohannes pauleace

The Fly - Poem by johnnyjohannes pauleace

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or are not thou
A man like me?
For I dance,
And drink, & sing;
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength & breath,
And they want

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 18, 2011

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