#34
I Could Die…
I could die tomorrow
If it wasn’t for three things
That fill my heart with quiet hope
And sharp eternal longings:
The tiny blue plant
That grows by the drive;
The joy in my little dog
When he sees me arrive;
The love in the Other
Who’s glad I’m alive.
I could die tomorrow
If it wasn’t for these things
That fill my heart with quiet hope
And sharp eternal longings.