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Friday Poetry Corner (Final Edition)

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    Friday Poetry Corner (Final Edition)

    My Dear Friends

    And so my time for departure has come - laugh if you can - altough I love you all - but you also will have to Leap.

    One Two Three Four Five Six Seven - All Good Children go to Heaven




    The sense of danger must not disappear:
    The way is certainly both short and steep,
    However gradual it looks from here;
    Look if you like, but you will have to leap.

    Tough-minded men get mushy in their sleep
    And break the by-laws any fool can keep;
    It is not the convention but the fear
    That has a tendency to disappear.

    The worried efforts of the busy heap,
    The dirt, the imprecision, and the beer
    Produce a few smart wisecracks every year;
    Laugh if you can, but you will have to leap.

    The clothes that are considered right to wear
    Will not be either sensible or cheap,
    So long as we consent to live like sheep
    And never mention those who disappear.

    Much can be said for social savoir-faire,
    But to rejoice when no one else is there
    Is even harder than it is to weep;
    No one is watching, but you have to leap.

    A solitude ten thousand fathoms deep
    Sustains the bed on which we lie, my dear;
    Although I love you, you will have to leap;
    Our dream of safety has to disappear.

    WH Auden

    #2
    What is Hope? A smiling rainbow
    Children follow through the wet;
    'Tis not here, still yonder, yonder:
    Never urchin found it yet.

    What is Life? A thawing iceboard
    On a sea with sunny shore; --
    Gay we sail; it melts beneath us;
    We are sunk, and seen no more.

    What is Man? A foolish baby,
    Vainly strives, and fights, and frets;
    Demanding all, deserving nothing; --
    One small grave is what he gets.

    Still remember this one from school!
    Just call me Matron - Too many handbags

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