Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Old Timer's Lament

The best thing about this morning
is I woke up without dirt on my face.
My hands do a quick inventory
Yep, all my parts seem to be in place.

A cup of coffee to chase the cobwebs,
I woke with less hangover than I earned.
Quick check of e- and voicemail
(comes from hard lessons, learned).

The monsters have all retreated,
Back in their boxes went the jacks.
I'm left with a single observation:
Skaters only find thin ice when it cracks.

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