Patti Masterman


The Past Is Finer - Poem by Patti Masterman

The past is a finer place to live,
There are miracles, fit to give
A martyr goose-flesh,
A pope a stroke;
And willy-nilly, all things betoken

The past is a finer place to go,
To visit, or to watch the show
You'll see yourself,
As you were then;
Hells-bells, you weren't broken.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 4, 2011


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