Pen in hand or board with keys
Toil with verse and rhyme.
What disappoints might later please
Hasten borrowed time.
Chills run up and down my spine
To think of things I miss.
So much is gone that I called mine.
Tough to reminisce.
Years ago on any day
Far and wide I’d roam.
Busy with best friends at play
Seldom around home.
Now kids huddle on the floor—
Competing for the highest score,
Sit instead of run.
Guess I’ll wander at the beach—
Spend time along the shore.
Ponder all that life might teach
Had I a few years more.
With inspiration from and dedicated to Just That
Archaic Poet and the Quatrain King, Jack Ellison.