Looking for poem ending "It's hard to know which life is sleep, or where the door is with my real name on it."greenspun.com : LUSENET : Poetry : One Thread |
I'm looking for a poem about an old woman and a banjo. Last two lines are "It's hard to know which life is sleep/Or where the door is with my real name on it." I'd appreciate any help you can give me!
-- David (bluejariel@aol.com), December 21, 1998