myron (r.i.p.)

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    myron (r.i.p.)

    i appreciate it more,
    even hands and feet sore.
    weary heart and bones,
    still here to explore.

    i love it twice,
    even living in lies.
    like rolling the dice,
    still here to rise.

    i thank it now,
    even with fear, doubts,
    disbelief, grim faces show.
    still here to grow. 

    i pray to thee,
    even i don't see.
    miracles of our lives,
    still here to glee.

    arpee'10 

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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