The Bee

Why doth the little frantic bee
Scurry so frenetically,
And seek a light which holds no hope
While it loses all its strength?

What will the poor bee feel
When at last leg of night and will,
It must lay itself upon the ground
And succumb to the cold and the dark?

5/27/10

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