IF I had a million lives to live
    and a million deaths to die
    in a million humdrum worlds,
I’d like to change my name
    and have a new house number to go by
    each and every time I died
    and started life all over again.
 
I wouldn’t want the same name every time
    and the same old house number always,
    dying a million deaths,
    dying one by one a million times:
    —would you?
              or you?
                    or you?

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Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 20. Humdrum
Volume: Cornhuskers
- Leather Leggings
Year: Published/Written in 1918
Poem of the Day: Feb 6 2006

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