# 'Why Letting Go Is Hard Poem by Daffodil Decarie

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.