hear it in the stairwell:Eisley-laughing city
Nearly eight years ago I discovered an artist names Sabrina Ward Harrison (check her out) and in the first book she published I found a poem that I fell in love with. Since that first day I read it I have had a copy of it in every journal I have kept--sadly, I just realized that there's no mention of it here. No longer...
Live
If I had my life to live over I'd try to make more
mistakes next time. I would relax. I would limber up.
I'd be sillier then I have been on trips. I know of
a very few things I would take seriously.
I would be less hygenic. I would take more chances.
I would take more trips.
I would climb more mountians, swim more rivers,
and watch more sunsets.
I would burn more gasoline and eat more ice cream
and less beans.
I would have actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones.
you see I'm one of those people who lives sensibly
and sanely hour after hour, day after day.
oh, I've had my moments, and if I had my life to live over
I'd have more of them- infact-I'd have nothing else.
just moments one after another
instead of living so many years ahead ech day.
I've been one of those people who never goes anywhere
without a thermometer, hot water bottle, rain coat
and parachute.
If I had my life to live over I'd go places and do
things and travel lighter then I have.
If I had my life to live over I would start
barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way
later in the fall. I would play hookey more.
I wouldn't make such good grades, except by accident.
I'd ride more merry-go-rounds. I'd pick more daisies.
Madeline Stair age 85
Sunday, May 9
sunbathing
Posted by ambrosia at 10:01
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