Took my own life because I was permanently crippled, put on backward, the repairs eating up money and time. For fifty-seven years I've had it all wrong until I studied the other side of the mirror. No birth before death. The other way around. How pleasant to get off a horse in the middle of the lake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH AND AGE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TO THE VIRGINIAN VOYAGE [1611] by MICHAEL DRAYTON THE OLD SHIPS by JAMES ELROY FLECKER THE EAGLE'S SONG by RICHARD MANSFIELD RAILWAY DREAMINGS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON IN PRAISE OF A COUNTRY LIFE by PHILIP AYRES HYMN TO THE WINDS by JOACHIM DU BELLAY THE FOREST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE FRANKLIN'S PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |