Thank You, William Ross

I just started reading or should I say re-reading a book by the late, great poet Kenneth Koch. It's called "I Never Told Anybody" and it's all about teaching poetry in a nursing home. It's really good. One of the poets who really shone at the American Nursing Home was a man named William Ross. The first time I read the book, I assumed he was old - in his eighties or nineties. So imagine my shock when I read it again and found out that he was fifty-nine. Fifty- nine! Well, dagnabit, folks, I'm going to be fifty-eight this year. And I know damn well that fifty-eight is not "OLD"! And certainly Mr. Ross must have had a very clear, strong mind. At least, based on his wonderful work. And his poems still speak to me And they still make me smile and wish that I had the courage to just sit down and write. and write. and write. Hey, wait just a minute ... I’m doing just that! So thank you, thank you, Thank you, William Ross!