There's little left to do
Except for sit and wait.
The weather moves on through
It may precipitate
But even if does
I will ignore the rain
And walk in it because
It cannot bring me pain.
I am alone enough
Despite all fortune's dares
To be of toughened stuff
And wait away my cares
Time will bring to me
The calm of entropy.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
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