Best Poem of Dan Michaelson

My Feeble Heart
What can I do with this feeble heart
My plans are true, then fall apart
The course is plain for all to see
Except that one, that one who’s me

I think I’m doing what I should do
Not thinking of how, or what, or who
For those who care about my turn
Instead of being a source of concern

S . . .
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Life After Death
Is there life after death?
Makes me think of that sometimes
Will I be or just get
A pile of dust and bone chip lies.

I listen to those who fear this scene
And tell me that I am unclean
If I don’t try to follow thee
There won’t be a place for little old me

Except down under the earth and sea . . .
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