The Rubber Neck

Long line... Why so long! Waiting. Waiting. Who's holding me up? What's there to see? What on earth could it possibly be? Every day. Work is done. And Waiting. Waiting. Inching. Crawling. What could they possibly have to see? Serious accident? It better be! I hate to wait. Inching. Waiting. Waiting. Crawling. Just a tiny … Continue reading The Rubber Neck

Of Thankful Age

Some time ago, I watched a man sit down to eat. A man of age so great was he, An ancient man compared to me. Noontime, it was, as I recall the antique face With faithful hands together drawn Upon the numbers of his clock. With quiet nod of thanks to she who gave it … Continue reading Of Thankful Age