You don’t want immortality
without permanent youth.
You don’t want permanent youth
without perpetual novelty.
If you stop being surprised
by the world,
being young will get
old. You will begin praying
for death, and nothing
will be able to console you.
So — be thoughtful
before you ask me
for the wishes.
I can do so much
and little more. I cannot
make you happy, really.

April 7th, 2012 at 8:31 pm
I dont leave a lot of comments on a lot of blogs each week but i felt i had to here. Do you need many drafts to make a post? 460104
April 8th, 2012 at 3:11 am
Really depends on the poem…some are in progress for weeks or even months before they are posted; others are first drafts that just seem to work. Far fewer of the latter than the former, though.