Poetry: The Lesson by Maya Angelou

I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live. 

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Jenny @ Reading the End

Hey, you redesigned! I like it. :)

I like “Rotting flesh and worms do not convince me against the challenge” — that seems like a very very Maya Angelou-y thing to say.


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