I carved my greed into the sphere,
Of roving drift to keep my world afloat;
But against the flood of thy wisdom,
They were the sodden paper boats.

The Empty Nest

She got up early in the morning and made her morning tea
She sat sipping it slowly in the verandah green.
The tea was warm and sweet just as she wanted
But she drank it down as if it was totally tasteless.

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