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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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8 comments:
lovely..."fleeting days"...yes they are- we need to make the most of them
Wahhh ;)
You line, "fleeting are our days" is such beautiful poetry. But the content is devastating! I don't like to think about it very much and I doubt you do either.
If it weren't for accessable good doctors, modern medicine, and good facilities my days would have passed maybe nine years ago.
I don't like to think about it!
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Yes. Where is the time? and dear friend, dreams remain uncelebrated.
Thanks Patti for stopping by. I am so glad you liked my poem.
Melanie
Oh, dear friend I am sorry my poem made you sad. I did not mean for it to make anyone sad. Sometimes like now I am in a strange mood and thus my poetry turns a little dark. I too have had much illness through the years.
Here's to a long life for us both!
Melanie
Much thanks Harshad. Time flees us all. Each day is gone before the sun sets.
Melanie
I just discovered your blog. I absolutely love the way you express yourself. Beautiful!
~glynis
Glynis, much thanks for reading my work. I am glad that you found me and that you like my site.
Melanie
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