The pen rests horizontal on the desk
while thoughts fly,
defy capture among page lines.
Ill-defined intention washes over
my lightening happy heart,
flooded at last with hopeful inspiration.
Oyez oyez hear ye
the young ones yet might save the way
we live and love our world but,
before we curl to sleep away
in abject irresponsibility,
let’s grasp their giggling shoulders,
turn towards today’s astonishing star,
sing hurrah!
How wondrous we are!
The world and our hope, a loving song goes on…
… if only we pick up the pen dear friends,
that I nearly left lying today.
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