I was not
of those
to whom
life comes easily.
Yet,
despite disappointments,
it lapped
richly
over me.
I was still
and obdurate
as stone
and so
became worn.
Paris
May, 1984
I was not
of those
to whom
life comes easily.
Yet,
despite disappointments,
it lapped
richly
over me.
I was still
and obdurate
as stone
and so
became worn.
Paris
May, 1984