Make A List
The pleasures of youth are many,
it is hard to sit down to
make a
list,
Painless to gauge youth inspiration,
inching to run and jump
in rainy
mist.
Our penchant for lust is on the
outer limits, enough to
make us wind up
jail,
But the meaning of life escapes us:
until old, and behind
bars with no
bail.
Yorktown Disciple
The pleasures of youth are many,
it is hard to sit down to
make a
list,
Painless to gauge youth inspiration,
inching to run and jump
in rainy
mist.
Our penchant for lust is on the
outer limits, enough to
make us wind up
jail,
But the meaning of life escapes us:
until old, and behind
bars with no
bail.
Yorktown Disciple
# 11961
Quatrain of Make A List - 11961 - Yorktown Disciple
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Poetizing around the world
Poetizing around the world
Inching
to
run
and
jump
to
run
and
jump