Monday, September 8, 2014

Harvard, oh!

Harvard, Oh!

Object of wet dreams in callow youth
Far, faraway, unattainable, 
Object of desire in middle-age
Still far away, too far for sparse means
Finally there, at the end of life
Desires cling to the red walls like ivy.
Spires that inspire
Intellect that astounds
Sincerity that surprises
Beauty that captivates
And memories to carry away
And cherish.

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