The Proudest Man
(For Charles H. Britt)
(05-07-03)

 

In the eighth decade

The LIST grows short

All the actions
That made me

My mastery of
Principles, machines, and situations
Goes wasted

The stains on my hands
Fade

The calluses
Soften

All the vehicles
That needed maintained

Don’t need
Now

All the machines
That needed mastering

Don’t need
Now

The friends
That needed loyalty

Don’t need
Now

The tasks of seasons
Which could be counted upon

Are done
By others

My list grows short

I am left only
To care for my Beloved
To care for those who love me
To let them care for me

I am the proudest man
Doing the hardest work

POET'S MOUTH

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