#393
Death
I don't want to die in the Springtime,
I don't want to leave in the Fall,
I don't want to exit in Summer;
I'd prefer not to exit at all.
But I will go gentle in Winter
If the snow's scattered deep all around;
I'll go mostly gentle in Winter,
Into that good night and the ground.
#333
The Oak Leaf
I've held on till I can no more;
Dizzying heights appall.
But cool wind whispers through dry veins:
Freedom's in the Fall.
#159
Need a Job
Satan truly sifted me,
Late the other night:
I fell down in my bedroom,
And I wasn't even tight.
I bruised my foot upon a stand,
Banged my head severely.
My nerves are shot,
Everything hurts
Near twice as much as dearly.
