[my life closed twice before its close]
by Emily Dickinson
My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
1 comment:
A rough count tells me my life is on it's 22nd close... I suppose I'm just a lucky sod!
Thanks for the poetry, Shane.
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