Friday, August 29, 2014

A poem (Nash of couse)

"Some people achieve temporary a fame"
While others lust after it,
Wondering for does it flutter adrift never touch
them?

Are they not good enough?
Or is a scheme they don't undertand?
Wrote down on paper that is  on watery brook?
It makes no sense, but it is as plain as can be.

What is as fleeting,  fixed,
as what is
eternal day.
From on side to an other

And the some blazing fast quick
Of cousre