wrote this in 2014 with Anne Frank in mind. Today I wish to rededicate to all the children of this world. this world of war. this world of poverty & hunger. this world where the smartest safest people on the planet keep hiring psychopaths to run their countries.
Diary
Dust in the corner
Pale light through loose boards
Soft paper pages partially filled
So small
The world with all its bigness
Could have so easily passed by.
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Will we, all of us leave the same absence?
Know the same impossible loneliness,
As if somehow shared, we could know one another ,
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We have all touched this world with little fingers,
As have I;
Not as some imagining or speculation
But as a human being.
Certain of my own sense of purpose.
So many things bigger than me.
So many things I could not wait to do.
How long it takes to be a grown up.
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Unlike you I do know the story’s end.
Unlike you I could not, not know.
Remember me this way:
Small as I was, it all fit into my life.
(for Anne)
wrote this in 2014 with Anne Frank in mind. Today I wish to rededicate to all the children of this world. this world of war. this world of poverty & hunger. this world where the smartest safest people on the planet keep hiring psychopaths to run their countries.
sometimes autumn is all there is
