E. H. (John Koethe)

I've never seen Follies. I'm not 49. Nor am I 62. And yet, this poem by John Koethe explains exactly what I have been feeling lately. I don't really have more words, but to say that this poem is great and I really appreciate the first few lines since I've been trying to write lately and I too "search for ways in and can't find them."

Thanks for this one.

Favorite line: "I (whichever I this is) saw Follies last year."

I (whichever I this is) saw Follies last year.