When minds live tidily apart <br />and bolt the door against the heart <br />then very little can be felt <br />below the chastely chary belt. <br />Although tranquillity is sorrow <br />remembered when there’s deep emotion, <br />tomorrow creeping on tomorrow <br />today is an impotent potion. <br />No tragedy will ever kill us, <br />but anyone can die from messes; <br />more dangerous than great gorillas <br />are e-mails sent to wrong addresses. <br /> <br /> <br />Dorothy Parker wrote: <br /> <br />Her mind lives tidily, apart <br />From cold and noise and pain, <br />And bolts the door against her heart, <br />Out wailing in the rain. <br /> <br />She also wrote: <br /> <br />Sorrow is tranquillity remembered in emotion. <br /> <br />She also said: <br /> <br />It’s not the tragedies that kill us, it’s the messes. <br /> <br />4/25/06<br /><br />gershon hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tidily-apart/
