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[Jan. 24th, 2005|10:26 pm]
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When you were born you cried and the world rejoiced.

When you died, the world cried and you rejoiced.

Or something like that.

[User Picture]From: huh_uh_bob
2005-01-24 10:16 pm (UTC)

me like poem... hope you enjoy too =P

A Happy Man

When these graven lines you see,
Traveller, do not pity me;
Though I be among the dead,
Let no mournful word be said.

Children that I leave behind,
And their children, all were kind;
Near to them and to my wife,
I was happy all my life.

My three sons I married right,
And their sons I rocked at night;
Death nor sorrow never brought
Cause for one unhappy thought.

Now, and with no need of tears,
Here they leave me, full of years,--
Leave me to my quiet rest
In the region of the blest.

Edwin Arlington Robinson
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[User Picture]From: randomposting
2005-01-25 08:21 pm (UTC)

Re: me like poem... hope you enjoy too =P

That's sweet, I love the last couple of lines.
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