L Milton Hankins Poet Rhyme

The Twelfth of Never

Some say the twelfth of never is an awfully long time
Like infinity multiplied many times over by infinity
How long it takes to find just the appropriate rhyme
When my oldest son will establish a solid identity.

A young lad, like me, longed for Christmas in May
Wondered if his school days would ever come to an end,
The nine months our parents waited for our birthing day
How long it will take for a festering family rift to mend.

The twelfth of never is an awfully long time, I suppose
Stretching beyond the measures of time and space
So, in all seriousness, with permission may I propose
That we practice patience and greet every day with grace.


FOURTH PLACE WINNER
Written on November 24, 2020
For the Pick-a-Title Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh

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Edward Ibeh December 2, 2020 at 11:47 AM I love the way you ended this wonderful poem, LMilton:-) Amen to that! Heartiest congratulations on your win in my contest!

Linda Alice Fowler December 1, 2020 at 6:24 AM Hi LMilton! I remind myself to practice patience every day. ;) Congratulations on the win! Linda

Mystic Rose Rose November 25, 2020 at 6:56 PM Every day with grace, what a great idea, life would be so much better if we remembered this, dear poet. Thanks for sharing Milton, L Milton Hankins November 26, 2020 at 6:41 PM Thanks, Pixie Dust. So true. I keep trying....

Beata Agustin November 24, 2020 at 11:01 PM Thanks for sharing this, especially this admonition from your concluding line: "That we practice patience and greet every day with grace." Thanks likewise for my placement in your recently-judged contest. God bless you. L Milton Hankins November 26, 2020 at 6:41 PM Your placement was well-earned. Thanks so much for your comments on my poem!

Sand Blown November 24, 2020 at 10:35 PM ...good idea....each jump in the car calls for traffic patience....per mission....gettin oldt......stan sand

Caren Krutsinger November 24, 2020 at 5:17 PM You have created such a clever poem. I enjoyed your consistency. L Milton Hankins November 26, 2020 at 6:42 PM Thanks, Caren. I do try to be "consistent," but I'm not sure how often I succeed. I really appreciated your comment.