Classic poem of the day
I.
Pope, in absence of his pain ,
Easy, negligent, and gay,
With the fair , in am'rous vein,
Lively, as the smiling day ,
Talk'd, and toy'd, the hours away.
II.
Tuneful, o'er Belinda 's chair,
Finely cag'd, a Linnet hung;
Breath'd its little soul in air,
Flutt'ring round its mansion sprung;
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Member poem of the day
He sits. Face stuck in a blank stare.
I wonder if he’s still there.
His mind has wandered off again,
Taking him back to a time when...
He could walk and dance and fish.
Bad genes and cancer made those things diminish.
His eyes all of a sudden flutter,
Out of his mouth words begin to sputter...
Reciting the same story he told an hour ago.
The ending to which I already know.
Not the second or third, but fourth time...
My ears ...
...
I wonder if he’s still there.
His mind has wandered off again,
Taking him back to a time when...
He could walk and dance and fish.
Bad genes and cancer made those things diminish.
His eyes all of a sudden flutter,
Out of his mouth words begin to sputter...
Reciting the same story he told an hour ago.
The ending to which I already know.
Not the second or third, but fourth time...
My ears ...
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