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January 21, 2005

I am deeply, deeply in love with this poem.

I only hope I can live long enough that it will be able to be read at my funeral. I figure I need about 50 more years.


AT THE END
by Ed Meek

He was so old his bones seemed to swim in his skin.
And when I took his hand to feel his pulse
I felt myself drawn in. It was as faint
as the steps of a child
padding across the floor in slippers,
and yet he was smiling.
I could almost hear a river
running beneath his breath.
The water clear and cold and deep.
He was ready and willing to wade on in.


Wow.

Posted by Dan at January 21, 2005 09:34 PM

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I am deeply, deeply moved. Here is one of my favorites -

There once was a man from Nantucket

you know the rest

(and I was an ENGLISH major in undergrad!)

Posted by: Kirk at January 27, 2005 10:45 PM

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