One
It is only human
to give one chance.
For the divine
he knows no time.
One chance is, however
how long it takes.
Make your mistakes.
Be still and know,
there is just that and so.
So to Know,
each chance,
marking the first one,
will be a step towards the last.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Road | 2 | 12/23/2009 |
| Constant’s | 1 | 10/01/2009 |
| One | 1 | 10/05/2009 |
| Continue | 2 | 10/05/2009 |
| Marriage | 0 | 07/07/2009 |
| Is it frothy enough? | 0 | 09/29/2009 |
| Love | 1 | 07/07/2009 |
| To Tell | 2 | 07/07/2009 |
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