We make ourselves food
then we have to eat it
even though it's no good.
We make ourselves love
then we have to love it
even though it's no good.
Why can't we learn
to make it good?
How hard can it be
to make good food?
Good love's easier
than making bad
it has to be
it has to be.
But we make ourselves
what we make ourselves,
either everyday,
or eventually.
We make ourselves this
'til it's all we have,
and it has to be.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Sunday, March 27, 2022
want better
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