Friday, January 15, 2010

A day with out a poem...

.... is like a day without beer. Today's foam.



may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile

ee cummings

....have a good weekend

4 comments:

Randal Graves said...

I think the message of this poem is that birds are terrorists. Enjoy your beer. Go everyone not named the Dallas Cowboys.

sunshine said...

I like this poem.
It's a little odd but, in a cool way.

((Hugs))
Laura

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Liberality said...

Nice poem. So you think you's going to win that Super Bowl ;~P

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