YES
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YES
Yes, Yes, Yes.
Yes is the answer to your question.
A question you ask yourself with increased regularity
At odd moments panting through the extra game of golf
When you ran home to pick a cab
When you sat up in bed last night
And hit the floor of the office this morning.
The question that is in the back of your throat
Choking the blood to your brain
Ringing in your ears over and over
As you put it to yourself.
“Who am I?”
Just think of millennium
Multiplied by eons
Compounded by time without end,
I’ve been around that long
Only recently that your affairs in life
Have piqued my interest.
Call it boredom
The natural curiosity of me
The most lasting and significant element in existence
Has come to see you.
How come you’ve got hooked up by the fancies of this world?
You sing with rapture
And danced like a dervish
Foolishly filled with excitement
And whispers of thrills and spills
You’ve gotten swept away, levitated
Listened to your head and forgotten your heart
You’ve outdone your voyage
‘Cos I’m here now
Here to take you home.
Richard M. Richards
(Lines from the movie “Meet Joe Black”)
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Re: YES
It was a nice poem. I liked reading it.
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Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.