Author Alfred Kreymborg They live; we exist.They feel; we think.They come; we go.They play; we fumble.They dream awake; we dream, asleep.They sleep; we toss.We cannot be.But let us try. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments