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Seymour Phillip Hoffman: The World Is Crying For You If he’d known The world would mourn his passing, Would he have overdosed on ****** How much self-love does it take To break the habit? Would you grab it, if you could? I think I would. Even kids and wife Can’t make that change in life: The skid, the slide, The gliding down and down And even more… Until you’re on the floor, A needle in your arm, Unconscious of your heart’s alarm Whispering “Stop – or else your time is up!” SPH, you never knew They’d mourn your passing As they’re doing. That it would cry: the bylines, headlines Sounding, bounding, ‘round the world in living print. If you’d been more intuitive, more self in-touch, less self-indulgent, Drugs might have been out-of Thought and need, thought and greed, but… Habit feeds on thought And you were caught. And so, We throw No stones at windows, Even if and though We know the world will not cry at our passing. We’ll mourn And learn. Seymour Phillip Hoffman: The World Is Crying For You 2.3.2014 Special People, Special Occasions; Small Stories Book; Birth, Death & In Between II; Arlene Corwin https://arlenecorwinpoetry.com/2017/02/03/seymour-phillip-hoffman-the-world-is-crying-for-you/
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Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 1:46 PM UTC
Seymour Phillip Hoffman The World Is Crying For You
Seymour Phillip Hoffman: The World Is Crying For You If he’d known The world would mourn his passing, Would he have overdosed on ****** How much self-love does it take To break the habit? Would you grab it, if you could? I think I would. Even kids and wife Can’t make that change in life: The skid, the slide, The gliding down and down And even more… Until you’re on the floor, A needle in your arm, Unconscious of your heart’s alarm Whispering “Stop – or else your time is up!” SPH, you never knew They’d mourn your passing As they’re doing. That it would cry: the bylines, headlines Sounding, bounding, ‘round the world in living print. If you’d been more intuitive, more self in-touch, less self-indulgent, Drugs might have been out-of Thought and need, thought and greed, but… Habit feeds on thought And you were caught. And so, We throw No stones at windows, Even if and though We know the world will not cry at our passing. We’ll mourn And learn. Seymour Phillip Hoffman: The World Is Crying For You 2.3.2014 Special People, Special Occasions; Small Stories Book; Birth, Death & In Between II; Arlene Corwin https://arlenecorwinpoetry.com/2017/02/03/seymour-phillip-hoffman-the-world-is-crying-for-you/
The world lost a revered actor that day! I wrote this the day hie died.
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arlene-corwin
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 1:46 PM UTC
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