Sunday 28 November 2010

Just Poetry (XXXII)

WHY NOT?

Why aim at the impossible
When the feasible is possible
Why aim so high
When all you might get is nigh
Why want to draw love
From the fling of a drove

Why?

Why not make the aim feasible
Through a possible grove
Why not fill the nigh
With all you might love
When the night
Draws so close

Why not?


K.

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