Tenure Poem by John Shea
Tenure
We fret and wander around
Life is a funnel shaped cloud
It sucks all the youth out of you
You strive to do all that is new
The result is a mess
I truley confess
Bald heads and gray hair is in
Going to beaches only when thin
When was the last time that happened
In winter when life was my friend
The view was so lovely and white ocean foams licked at my heels
I guess age has it's benefits for real
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