Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

January 8, 2014

Ready

by Mudasirbaba

Where is da boundary?
Another century, a rising hope
Where is da bank,
Another century, sweat on my breast
Where is da relief?
My hands are in line
My legs are constant
My head's not heady
My eyes not beady

Bring on da new year
I take it on with no alarm

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