Poems on Life - Blackout Poetry Notes

Sing

I live
to sing,
you know.

Years lost - and yet,
I've never felt happier.
I know everything in life,
little by little,
is good.

I resolved to master a new spirit
and wish for strength
in this
unlikely hour.

You throw aside your life to
silly troubles
and complain time isn't 
enough for you.
What could you accomplish by that?

Home in October
is cornfields and
picking apples
in Ohio.

I'm afraid the
faded world
is silent proof the future
may depend on the present.

Enough wasted time on hurt,
why cry if you can sing?

Abandon destiny
as it is obvious
you can do anything.

It does vex me that we are
unjust for our pride,
we must feel equal to those
who are not the same as us.

Her spirit and heart came round
out of doors: She would be happy
entirely alone,
and every breath so
full of life.