Just A Thought Poem by Roger A. Rose

The thought came to me as I contemplated
my rapidly advancing years; my three-score
and ten very soon to be upon me.
I thought: The old dog still can bark; the old
man can still exclaim; but both are accomplished
with much diminished enthusiasm.

From whence this thought came I know not.
To whither it will go I know not.
Just a thought.
Whether unknowingly plagiarized, or an
original, I know not.
Just a thought, just a thought.