As one who had no time for pets
It seems most strange
I give my blessing to the world daily
Not from Rome but from Paris
Where the Poemhunter server lives
Not from a balcony high above the masses
Ignore the frumps who will kill you before you start:
The English teacher who shrugs at your first piece
The editors who judge
The great poverty and lack of money of the task
McNay days almost always start
With breakfast at La Madeleine
A chance to start the day a lettle better
The dance of fireplace flame
What if the currency were care?
French fries at McDonalds done,
In the smallest quantity conceivable.
The problem with a society
where steel sharpens iron
are the sparks
for those not wearing
Henry Kissinger at 96
writes in The Wall Street Journal
we must use our present plague,
to learn from,
Eagle is power!
We are almost all sparrows.