I've been trying to get reinspired. Not that I do not have things to be inspired about because I certainly do, I've just lost my ability to sit down and write a poem. So maybe re-inspired would be the wrong way to put it, but I want to start writing poetry again. I figured that I would look back and post up one of my favorite poems of all time, one that I used to know by heart. (maybe I will relearn it) Hopefully one of these days I will start to write my own again.

Here goes:

(wait, wait, who already knows what it is before looking??)

The World is a Beautiful Place

by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

The world is a beautiful place

to be born into

if you don't mind happiness

not always being

so very much fun

if you don't mind a touch of hell

now and then

just when everything is fine

because even in heaven

they don't sing

all the time

The world is a beautiful place

to be born into

if you don't mind some people dying

all the time

or maybe only starving

some of the time

which isn't half bad

if it isn't you

Oh the world is a beautiful place

to be born into

if you don't much mind

a few dead minds

in the higher place

or a bomb or two

now and then

in your upturned faces

or such other improprieties

as our Name Brand society

is prey to

with its men of distinction

and its men of extinction

its priests

and other patrol men

and it's various segregations

and congressional investigations

and other constipations

that our fool flesh

is heir to

Yes the world is the best place of all

for a lot of such things as

making the fun scene

and making the love scene

and making the sad scene

and singining low songs and having inspirations

and walking around

looking at everything

and smelling flowers

and goosing statues

and even thinking

and kissing people and

making babies and wearing pants

and waving hats and

dancing

and going swimming in rivers

on picnics

in the middle of the summer

and just generally

'living it up'

Yes

but then right in the middle of it

comes the smiling

mortician