A Poem by Coyote Poetry
The irony of a long life. We will know joy and sadness. We will have good days and bad days. We will want to live forever and we shall want to die in the moment.
Today I sit by Lake St. Clair. I’m surrounded by shipwreck memories.
I learn years ago by reading Jack London and Hemingway. We must test life to have lived. Must love many to know peace and never except little, when life is never-ending.
The irony of a dreamer is. He will forget his dreams and accept less. He will learn. You cannot return to the place he once knew.
Young writer sat with me. She asked. Is to love, life? I smiled and I kissed her forehead. I told her. Love is like walking on a tight rope without a safety net. Love…
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