Saturday, April 27, 2013

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I have done what I am supposed to do.
I stayed in school
(Maybe too long)
I looked for love
And found it
In work to do with hands and mind
In a warm and stable home
With a wonderful wife
(Who still puts up with me;
I know that I am damned lucky)
I went to work every day
Went in early
Stayed there late
Did all that I was asked
And more
And I am still out of a job.

I was frustrated.
How not?

But I sit and write now
In the cool spring air
The tree in the treewell outside my window
(The storied treewell)
Is blooming
Pink and white and lovely
The sun is shining
And I am free.

I am not so frustrated, now.

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