My neighbor told me
to go to hell. I think I’ll
go to church instead
My neighbor told me
to go to hell. I think I’ll
go to church instead
Their neighbor asked,
with a slight tone of criticism and consternation in his voice,
“Why do you yawp each evening
at the setting of the sun?”
To which she responded,
with a slightly bemused
yet amused smile:
“Why don’t you?”
–From the Wisdom of Marnie Lynn Kuhns
Here is a great scene about Walt Whitman’s Barbaric Yawp from Dead Poets Society. RIP WW and Robin.
When you discover/
you could have been a better/
neighbor, you feel pain.