That Restless We Poem by Madrason .

That Restless We



How vast old habits might play tricks in our new traits acquired
as we turn into the persons so much loved and well desired
but only if they, if they only knew how deep
would we still be that well admired
or would we tumble steep
before we'd lay to sleep. M

Wednesday, September 7, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: identity
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