'All pasts are like poems; one can derive a thousand things, but not live in them' John Fowles

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Tell me

Tell me I've not made it worse,
Tell me everything's fine.
Tell me a wound's easy to nurse,
Tell me I've not crossed that line.
Tell me there still exists hope,
Tell me I shall not be disappointed.
Tell me it's not too difficult to cope,
Tell me my bad dreams have faded.
Tell me wondrous stories,
Tell me the uniqueness of Life.
Tell me all the past glories,
Tell me I will survive.

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