The tragedy of youth
is its intolerable impatience
What’s the value of practice?
Why are there all these rules?
Just let me do what I please!
A stream loses the mountain
for longing to be a sea
Poems, poets, poetry, writing, poetry challenges
<div align="center"><a href="https://poetscornerblog.wordpress.com/" title="Poets' Corner" target="_blank"><img src="http://i1281.photobucket.com/albums/a501/The_Poet3/PoetsCornerButton_zps04f62d50.jpg" alt="Poets' Corner" style="border:none;" /></a></div>
The tragedy of youth
is its intolerable impatience
What’s the value of practice?
Why are there all these rules?
Just let me do what I please!
A stream loses the mountain
for longing to be a sea
Posted on May 25, 2015 at 3:19 PM in Peter. N, Photos, Poetry | RSS feed | Reply | Trackback URL
Let me do what I please…
Good luck with that one . . .
I must have had a patently misspent youth – can’t recall ever being unemployed from age 13 till retirement – age 10 if I count 3 years of paper routes
I always suspected it: you are an exceptional man . . .
I meant to say “patiently”
This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
<div align="center"><a href="https://poetscornerblog.wordpress.com/" title="Poets' Corner" target="_blank"><img src="http://i1281.photobucket.com/albums/a501/The_Poet3/PoetsCornerButton_zps04f62d50.jpg" alt="Poets' Corner" style="border:none;" /></a></div>