Another Hour

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    Another Hour

    When the candle’s burnt

    And the fun’s been had

    And your milk has gone sour

    When the party ends

    And the swing set rusts

    There’ll still be another hour

     

    When the newness wears off

    And the sandcastles sink

    And stillness strangles the last congratulatory flower

    When the wrinkles appear

    And friends grow unknown

    There’ll still be another hour

     

    When the orgasm ends

    And love’s been confessed

    And the heroine’s been kissed in a summer shower

    When the house’s bought

    And eternity’s been planned

    There’ll still be another hour

     

    When the dream’s been lived

    And the world’s been formed

    And life’s back in the hands of a higher power

    When the crying’s over

    And the hole’s been dug

    There’ll still be another hour

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    Len commented on Another Hour

    03-05-2011

    I really liked how you went over the cycle of life in a way that was heartfelt. Good Job!!!

    winterkou commented on Another Hour

    02-18-2011

    What a great write full of emotion and beauty. This is a great write.

    VoiceMilkNHoney commented on Another Hour

    02-14-2011

    shift and shake those words and emotions, Stig. Wiffle balls feel the wind and breeze in ways we can't imagine. Your work does this to us, somehow. This one is a fine example. Shock and Awe.

    shallenemcgrath commented on Another Hour

    01-27-2011

    I love how you recognize this now. You recognize that infatuation is something fleeting. But Stig, don't stifle yourself from feeling it. Even that is worth knowing.

    TinaD commented on Another Hour

    01-23-2011

    Really enjoyed this....you have such a way of describing the small events that happen in life and turning them into poetry.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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