Time Passing -- A Miscellany of Poems; ŠThor May 1996 index
WHATEVER IT WAS
He said it well,
Whatever it was,
But I cannot now be sure
That he knew himself
Whatever it was,
For the season's passed
And last year's choicest cut
Has baggy knees and a pot belly.
But hey, whatever it was,
Who wants to know
A middle-aged poem
Anyway.
Thor, @1 April 2002