Faut de Mieux
Travel, trouble, music, art,
A kiss, a frock, a rhyme—,
I never said they feed my heart,
But still they pass my time.
From Enough Rope (Boni & Liveright, 1926) by Dorothy Parker. This poem is in the public domain.
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