Can’t we friends, compare the passing…


Can’t we friends, compare the passing
And the life of this cocoon
To man’s lowly, dark existence
‘Neath the stars, the sun, the moon
Ere he sheds his shell of matter,
Tries his Spirit wings in flight,
Leaves the house that he has lived in,
And goes forth, where all is bright?

Gertrude Tooley Buckingham

“The Cocoon” (1940s)

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