Posted by kazoo on July 28, 2001, at 0:37:32
In reply to Sorry! » kazoo, posted by Willow on July 28, 2001, at 0:05:09
> As I sat outside alone, the wind beckoned me to play
> Softly calling, tickling, inviting ...
> Shyly I raised my arms jestingly
> He lifted me high
>
> I soared on his warm southerly breeze
> Higher, faster, bolder ...
> He blew from the north unexpectedly
> I stumbled
>
> That day the wind died
> I descended
> I hear the wind no moreAnd speaking of the wind ... you're probably too young to remember this one: "If you blow in my ear, I will follow you forever."
Please don't apologize because nothing "wrong" was done.
Your poem is lovely, my dear, but it's too sad, and I don't like "sad." I've had enough of "sad" in the past 10 days to last me years.
So let's make a deal: if you get rid of your "sad," I'll dump mine as well. Who needs or wants it anyway?
The only redeeming value to "sad" is that it makes "glad" all the more worthwhile to achieve and attain.
It's easier than you think.
(a penitent) kazoo
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