AND YET IT REMAINS THE SAME

 

 

Poesy, as the scholars say

overrated

and underrated

at once

and still a hope

that we cling to

 

Change—a constant

permeating

each aspect

of my existence

 

no hope

no chance

lost my Brautigan

can’t figure out

why a smile

has forged itself

on my face

 

a dreamer

a song

a dance

and yet

it remains the same

 

 

 

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The first stanza of this poem

The first stanza of this poem is very shrewd and astute!


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thank you for reading and

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