Wednesday, August 9, 2017


                    I hope I’ll never cease from marveling,
                    At all the wonders of the universe
                    That give me reasons every day to sing,
                    Composing poems like this—I could do worse.
                    Although I’ll do much better if I write
                    About another topic than my writing,
                    For navel-gazing fails to bring delight
                    Deserving only critics who are biting.
                    It’s time now to walk out into the world
                    And marvel at its sights and sounds and smells
                    That as I traipse are blissfully unfurled,
                    Attending to each object that compels,
                         And this our dogs will quickly have me do,
                         Since they have their own pleasures to pursue.