Wednesday, April 26, 2017

What's Won.

I could not fly away with wings,
unto the most impertinent things-
with hats, and bats, and rats, and swings,
I move with grace and fly with rings.

Don't take outside what you can't get,
without going outside you'll get yourself wet,
I feel without the feeling's set,
and half an ass is better met. 

When you talk so far as far is gone,
and the night is now over and done,
everything is bitter at dawn,
and the grass is yet to be sung.

(And what's won is won,
what's gone is gone.)

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