Wednesday, January 20, 2016


Perhaps if I’d gone out dancing my feet.
Approving of the use I made of them,
Would not decide to make a home for gout.

Had I given thought to great questions
It might be my head would not be inviting
All the birds of the air to make nests in it.

Had I given my heart the freedom it wanted
Who knows but that, after it ran off,
It might have returned when I grew old?

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