your backwards glasses

poetry

I sat here to live unwittingly
to front only the inessential whims of my ego
and see if i could not waste away,
and,
when i came to die,
discover that i had lived.

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Michele Spector

April 26, 2010 at 10:03 pm Reply

I really liked this poem!

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