We Only Know One Because of the Other

Could days like this pass without end?
They couldn't. We're aware of that.
Our pleasures please because we've
Known misfortune. Light would not
Mean much to us if we had not gone
Through the dark. So, no, we cannot
Be forever on our backs together on
The grass, beneath the sun, interpreting
The passing clouds. We'll part at some
Point. We will burn our tongues on
Food and hate our jobs, and rage, and
Strive to return to each other, and to
Pleasantness, to which we'll do our
Best to cling and wish would
Never end.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-09-14 at 14:01

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