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Eighty Point One

Poetry By: Mathew Nicolson
Poetry


Is filling life with work such a good idea?

Written in about 5 minutes, if it looks rushed.


Submitted:Apr 30, 2012    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Not long now before I move beneath the wood
And this laborious effort is wasted.
When I lie in the lie of peace
What results then of toil and pain?
A few crumbling sculptures perhaps
For the fortunate few
Or words across a generation
Before I'm just a name in the tree
Traced but never copied
My voice unheard
Among a wealth of recordings
My face unseen
Displayed to millions
Eighty point one years half empty
And you hold the urn.




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