Thursday, October 02, 2003
I have thought of homes put up-
And blown away.
I have thought of meetings and for
Every meeting a good-by.
I have thought of stars going alone,
Orioles in pairs, sunsets in blundering
I have wanted to let go and cross over
to a next star, a last star.
I have asked to be left a few tears
And some laughter.
--By Carl SandBurg
--From Good Morning, America