David McLansky

Freshman - 991 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

A Riff On Kevin East's Fine Poem: Morris Minor - Poem by David McLansky

Young man I do appreciate your kindness at the curb,

So good of you to aid me there without a pleading word;

The indignity of growing old: you become once more a child,

You lack a strong commanding voice, you get by on a smile;

You grow so weak a curb becomes a problematic trial;

You move to lift a feeble leg, an inch becomes a mile;

So thank you for the guiding hand, I practically am blind;

Do you need a lift somewhere, driving clears my mind.


Comments about A Riff On Kevin East's Fine Poem: Morris Minor by David McLansky

  • Rookie - 494 Points Elaine Sept (3/4/2014 12:32:00 AM)

    I so love the soul that speaks to me in your every word. So so perfect!
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  • Rookie Owain Glyn (2/27/2013 8:01:00 AM)

    You write so amusingly. Great stuff. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 26, 2013



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