Sunday, April 22, 2012


For just two weeks I kept within the lines
And columns of my one accounting course,
A regimen whose spiritless confines
My father had designed for me perforce.

His hope was that in time I’d join with him
In managing his rental properties
And keeping strict accounts, and that my whim
For literature was just a passing breeze.

But then I made my fateful move and ditched
Accounting for Religious Themes in Lit
(Poor Dad, who must have though his son bewitched).
I’d sensed that real estate was a bad fit
And that the Real Estate that beckoned me
Was stories, novels, plays and poetry.