E.G. (elainegrey) wrote,

Found poem: books in the break room

One hundred years of solitude,
Hotel at the corner of bitter and sweet,
Finding meaning in the second half of life,
Cold noses at the pearly gates.

The prince of providence -- 
     The whole truth -- 
        The ultimate gift:
            City of ashes.

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