poetry

my sister is randomly getting all touchy-feely with her emotions and is taking a POETRY class this semester. she sent me this poem they had just studied.

I feel like there are times in the coming year it will strike me as MOST appropriate given my attitude towards spending the remaining time here in Korea. (don't worry i won't be suicidal [this is mostly tongue in cheek]- i jsut think it'll be a good "wake up call" for when i get too down about how tough i have it ... haha)

To the Young Who Want to Die
by Gwendolyn Brooks

Sit down. Inhale. Exhale.
The gun will wait. The lake will wait.
The tall gall in the small seductive vial
will wait will wait:
wiill wait a week: will wait through April.
You do not have to die this certain day.
Death will abide, will pamper your postponement.
I assure you death will wait. Death has
a lot of time. Death can
attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is
just down the street; is most obliging neighbor;
can meet you any moment.
You need not die today;
Stay here -- through pout or pain or peskyness.
Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow.

Graves no green that you can use.
Remember, green's your color. You are Spring.