Saturday, August 3, 2013

Some words to live by (from Poems from a Garden Wall)

(This was somewhat naive stuff I wrote when I was 23 years old)

May 14, 1974

I’m just too busy to cry right now so I guess I might as well laugh

It’s too late to say I’m sorry, perhaps it always was.

It’s too early for me to die, so I guess I’ll keep on living.

You made me mad; you made me cry; you made me do all sorts of terrible things; I’m trying to figure out what I did for myself.

If principle is all I have left, I’d better hold on tight before I lose that, too.

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