The world is a place of sleep and forgetting
a moment of peace and an hour of regretting
A pinch of perfection to a heap of blunder
A peck of wisdom to a keg of wonder
A second to smile and an hour to weep in...
alittle seed to sow, and a lifetime to reap in!
Written at age 14 in Nov 1981
Perhaps the first time I managed to crunch feelings into a small poem. This one I am rather proud of!
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