halfway gone on my way
what faces we hide
those who drink of life
rise high the glass
I'm halfway gone on my way
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
1916
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
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2 comments:
halfway gone - halfway come... on your way out or not yet arrived?
Very subtle, posing as many questions as thoughts offered. I enjoyed this very much. Thank you for sharing it.
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