He was strolling towards Hank’s car, With a clipboard in his hand, His uniform was spotless. And his hands and face were tanned. He motioned at the window And Hank quickly rolled it down. His face was stern and smile-less With a less than pleasant frown. Hank saw the thing he carried Wasn’t a clipboard […]
Entries from October 1998 ↓
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Help Mate
October 1st, 1998 — Poems for Grownups
Bricks
October 1st, 1998 — On a Serious Note
Don’t take their word If someone casts doubt. Don’t make up your mind ‘Til you’ve tried it out. If someone throws bricks Don’t build a wall. Build a foundation, On which to stand tall. When you are discouraged Give a good hearty laugh; The only thing final Is your epitaph.

