He looked me in the eye, and said,
"If I'm going to Hell anyway, I might as well do it."
And none of us has seen him since.
The measure of a man is the sum of his past, plus a choice.
He looked me in the eye, and said,
"If I'm going to Hell anyway, I might as well do it."
And none of us has seen him since.
2 comments:
Chilling.
(Good job. ;o)
I'd forgotten all about this one. Can't believe no one ever commented on it. I've been captivated by the short form poem like this ever since I first encountered Pope on a dog's collar.
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