So much coming off my shoulders, lots dropping from my frame,
Note pads to record the falling, the gathering , too of facts & figures
I figure I still have time, I am still incredibly able, I am eager &
Enjoy even the meager, the simplest of things, in them immeasurable
Joys like toys like each of our own novels equal to Leo Tolstoy’s
The timing is so right , no more from me fright, my moment, I hear
The howling of the winds outside, our bird feeder full of nourishment
And seeds, the ice from roofs flying off, the snow tops od branches
Dropping off , the artist in me fully awaking and outlet-shopping for
Homes for spaces, empty to fill to over to flowing out, busting,
Bursting, thirsting for more OUT out spout! Watch out spider, make
Room for my ideas as, like flowing waters the cascade Dow those
Water spouts, oh yeas, challenges a many, hungry for their successes,
Stories to be created , explored , not destroyed, but that does happen
In time and only it will tell, so in meanwhile bTony style I pile & file!
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