+Steven Curtis Lance
Jun 08, 2004, 10:17 PM
Transcendental Sonnet #717:
To Better Days
The first four dozen years of my life
Mistaken muddled misbegotten
Were passed in pain in sorrow and strife
Bad to worse and better forgotten
I want to forget the bad years now
And to live good years with you somehow
This is our chance to get past the pain
Today we can make new memories
The sad old those for the glad new these
Exchange so that we can smile again
Or maybe smile for the first time where
We never felt like we could before
Together we can open the door
To better days than we left back there
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+Steven Curtis Lance
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+Steven Curtis Lance
Jun 09, 2004, 11:11 AM
#715 was attacked by a miniature anti-Semite and ostensible Republican sympathizer, to which attack I dutifully if ploddingly replied, rising to the bait like a doomed fish; this sonnet, however, the latest, escaped this troubled person's confused attentions. I hope you like it, dear readers; it shouldn't offend Republican collaborators, or even anti-Semites, miniature or otherwise, except for the fact that it was composed by someone who is racially impure: your Poet in Residence who welcomes you, me.
I am in unbreakable solidarity with all people of goodwill. Sorry about being part Jewish (at least I can spell; we are diabolically clever, you know, in a conspiratorial sort of way).
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