MY BOOK CLUB
(and my mind's made up)
Sorrow has a narrow boat, in
which I have never ridden : the
currents and eddies of tides and
water have pretty much left me
be. It can all change in an instant.
It can even be me. I told someone
just today, who asked about my
life, that nothing much mattered
to me anymore, I was at the end
of my run, and the idiots can have
their pickings. I said, you know
when you're reading a book, and
you're right at the end, a page or
two left, and you turn to the index,
to see what was in it, the book you'd
just read. That's where I'm at,
and that's what I said.
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