THE SIP
Momma said, "Git yer own glass
you'll git germs and catch yer death."
But she was a grownup
and I wanted to be big
so I snuck a sip
a sweet sip
from her glass
while she wasn't looking.
She was right.
I caught my death from her
but also life
and growing up
and growing wise
and growing old
from just one sip
one sweet sip
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Donde | 0 | 07/07/2009 |
| THE SIP | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| Summer Madness Is Finally Here | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
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