'Sweetest Paragon (Rev.) 8/10/09 Poem by Margaret Alice

'Sweetest Paragon (Rev.) 8/10/09



I am perpetually tired
I read and read
try to work up speed
but the material does not enter my brain
stays on paper never forms
concepts for me

I might as well be reading Greek

A colleague who seemed
meek but was filled with iron
and a sweet voice underneath
acted with poise kept me alive
I am at a loss
nobody to nurture no guidance
no need to buoy up another’s spirit

I am alone in my work
no-one knows I am there
no-one to impress with diligence
no-one in need of advice
no-one needs caress of my soothing words
no-one to enlighten with ideas

I keep trawling the Internet
even charlatan’s theories leave me unmoved
only a paragon of good citizenship who
thinks me a nutcase is happy with my greeting
he, the sweetest paragon
the world has ever seen!

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Margaret Alice

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Pretoria - South Africa
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