Jeffrey Philip Clegg

Rookie - 3 Points (09/12/1959 / Macon, Georgia)

What Sad Passion? - Poem by Jeffrey Philip Clegg

We all know that flowers need rain
But what dark desire, has a man, for pain?
The seasons arrive and spin their spells
But what sad passion drives a man to Hell?
Actuality, knowledge, experience: life
Can only wisdom transcend this strife?
When a man has love and lets it go
Is he a fool in what he knows?
If perfection is really nonexistent
Must a man seek it, so consistent'?

Goodbye, my child, of hope and want
Your memory, to me, will remain a haunt.
Goodbye! Goodbye! Fare thee well!
Why goodbye?
I cannot tell.

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  • (6/19/2005 11:28:00 PM)

    You should submit this one, it is very good. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 7, 2005

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