Thursday, April 26, 2012

Appraise

Circumstance, like a wolf, has raised
Me to believe I can appraise
The value of time by my dread of its end,
But a miserable semester redeemed by a friend
Or a poem or a song or a dance
Or a blissful one that fades into failing romance
Seem to frustrate this one way of telling.
To price time is nearly as useful as yelling
At some mountain pass to get out of your way
(and as much of a waste of a good powder day).

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