All creation cries at me--
"Taste! See! Hear!"-- too much, too much!
Bewildered, a child at a carnival,
A character in a Victorian novel:
Too many roller coasters, too many subplots
To be involved in them all. I must choose.
What have I left undone, unsaid?
So many people to love--
Am I missing anyone?
--But enough. Robert Frost
Has already written this poem (except his is much better),
And I'm only here for a while. One can't do everything.
December 5, 2005
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Wow. I recognize that syndrome. Your mother's daughter, to be sure. Your mother's father's granddaughter, too...
Sigh. I like it.
More, please.
(virtual M&Ms to those who can cite the Frost poem she referenced)
Good poem. I felt like you gave voice to my thoughts at "So many people to love--". *sigh* Someday, I suppose.
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