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Rain
Contributed by
banjo
on
Thursday, 8th May 2003 @ 06:35:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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On a day of stormy sky and promise, I remember my father
"There is no idea that does not have its consequences,"
He often said, and would talk of character
And of the significance of the mundane
There is no idea that does not have its consequences
I think about the consequences when the rain comes
And of the significance of the mundane
But I'm afraid I'm growing old, and finding all is mundane
I think about the consequences when the rain comes
I don't want to do anything for fear of doing nothing
But I'm afraid I'm growing old, and finding all is mundane
Searching for significance, I don't know where to look
I don't want to do anything for fear of doing nothing
Paralyzed by choices, one yes is a thousand nos
Searching for significance, I don't know where to look
The rain falls, I think about trying
Paralyzed by choices, one yes is a thousand nos
One life a thousand deaths, and how shall I live?
The rain falls, I think about trying
Loving, living, and dying. It's not all the same.
One life is a thousand deaths, and how shall I live?
I must choose, or die. And so I choose
Loving. Living and dying, it's not all the same
And I do not want a life of this rain.
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banjo
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2003-05-08 18:35:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Rain
(User Rating: 1 ) by starkindler on
Thursday, 8th May 2003 @ 06:49:21 PM AEST (User
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The repetition works really well in this poem...
Very thoughtful... I can really identify with it. |
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