No sentences I string,
No phrases I might coin,
Will change a single thing –
And though I would purloin
A minute, if I could,
For you and me to join –
It is now understood:
Like triangles scalene,
For fit, we are no good.
Pythagorean scene;
A many-layered void,
Bedecked with golden skein…
I should not be annoyed,
At what I can’t
Avoid
To share is human:
Hmm. Nice poem. Sometimes accepting things which we can’t avoid is so difficult.
So true.