Those hourglass moments marking time
set into verse with patterned rhyme,
fit neatly in the paradigm...
peaceful pastime, peaceful pastime.
And if, by chance, some heart should read,
paying my scribbled words some heed
to take from there some planted seed,
I've served a need, I've served a need.
Those hours invested in my youth,
scribing away in the back booth,
acquiring skills to express truth
not so uncouth, not so uncouth.
Now well in age, I happy share,
though standards oft' considered square,
at my pc in this wheelchair,
and people care, yes, people care.
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