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On Coming to Nothing

 

Old friends, nearing senility,

we sit, every last prospect dim,

and think:  The world was wrong about me . . .

but at least it was right about him.

 

Richard Moore

 

 

From Bottom is Back, Orchises Press, © 1994.
Originally printed in Poetry.  Reprinted by
permission of the author.

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