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Thursday, July 3, 2008

# 'Why Letting Go Is Hard

Why Letting Go Is Hard
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I said...
what else is there for us, self?
We've seen the war
We've been broke
We've seen the needy
We sat atop a warm stone
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What else is there for us, self?
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We've emptied the coffer to have
We salute after 50 year old champagne's pop
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We dressed, but never like monks
We dance, but never like the lamprey
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So self that's how life
sweeps our feet away
sometimes,
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How one decides, is something
I'd like to know
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What else is there for us, self?
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Sex starts at five o'clock
because it's forbidden to eat after six
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Life must rest every after
a raspy thought chagrin its dignity
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Life must rest, I said to myself, one day.
Daffodil Decarie
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COMMENTS
Ivan Donn Carswell 03 July 2008
Daffodil, letting go is only as hard as the grasp that kept you there in the first place. Like sex after six. Or deciding to write a poem which challenges existence. You still have to answer the questions... Yours. Ivan
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