Sunday, March 11, 2007

Poem: You wake up in the morning

You wake up in the morning, and lo! Your purse is magically filled
with twenty-four hours of the magic tissue of the universe of your life.
No one can take it from you. No one receives either more or less
than you receive. Waste your infinitely precious commodity as much as you will, and the supply will never be withheld from you.
Moreover, you cannot draw on the future. Impossible to get into debt.
You can only waste the passing moment. You cannot waste
tomorrow; it is kept for you.

Arnold Bennett

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