Hello Cruel World
Monday, August 03, 2009
A Birthday Sonnet (Even Keats made this thought seem a little whiny)
: "If I should die some night and never seeJo Walton (papersky: BlueJo)
Dawn's light, my email, and my morning tea,
I face the thought with equanimity,
In fact, it would be worse for you than me.
Not that I want to die and turn to clay.
I'm only half-way through, I want to stay,
I want more years, more books, more chance to say
I love my life, my work, my friends, my day.
But I would know for sure the mystery
Perhaps go on to live again and grow
But even if there's nothing, I would know.
My death I view with calm philosophy
It's other people's death that makes me rage
Weep, grieve, and curse, demand another page."
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