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Post 13: Theme of my favorite poem...

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This isn't my only favorite poem, but I hope by now everyone is familiar with Shel Silverstein. I remember reading "Where the sidewalks ends" many times when I was younger and his other books. When I had first read this post I was really excited, because I love poets, but it made it super hard to choose, so I figured anything by Shel, was a solid choice. The theme of "Hinges", in my opinion is a simplistic way to say that life would be easier if there was a way to remove all the bad experiences and events that happen, but we can't. And so we have to pull ourselves up by our bootstraps and keep  on keepin' on!
It could also have a theme interpreted as, if we could remove all the bad there would be no sin, like stated in the second line, but that would mean people could do things with no consequence. If you can preform an action, and just erase the consequence nothing is learned.

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  1. Great poem. I think that if we don't learn from our experiences good and bad anyway we cant grow as a person.

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