This Height of Irony
There’s too much life inside of me,
so much to feel, to hear and see,
so many ways that I could grow,
so many rows I need to hoe,
I barely have the energy!
And meanwhile, sky’s a canopy
for Earth, so filled with poetry
it’s more than I can hope to know!
There’s too much life.
I walk with all humanity,
and find this height of irony:
Too rushed to ever take it slow,
while I forge on, a dynamo,
the months and years before me flee;
there’s too much life!
April 9, 2017
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017
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