Friday, March 2, 2018

Lost Life and Foundries' Foundlings

Make of your life a home,
Make of your world a tone,
Make of your feelings a zone,
Make of the weather alone?
Make of the night,
The day and the night a story.
Lost and found life.
Can I see some ahdee?
Can you describe your life to me?
For we must see if it really is yours.
"I was born,
I live yet still,
My mother was smart,
My father was shrewd,
They gave me what they will,
I took it and carried it
Through hill and dale,
Then inside I hid."
OK, then,
Sign here.
I did.


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Grego