The realization has just fallen: <br />Her birthday card to me has been <br />Hidden on my desk-that <br />Cluttered mess of books and stuff (count: I) - <br />And since last August I forgot <br />That it was there. <br /> <br />[Over time, I oft overlook the opus words that <br />Make life more marvelous, less mundane.] <br /> <br />Have I been too worried with myself? Does she mind <br />My mind still figuring, still learning stuff (count: II) ? <br />The craft card on my desktop counter <br />Sits still. It is opened, words re-read. <br />And 'til next August, <br />There it rests. <br /> <br />As always, <br />Every word is a delight.<br /><br />Antoine Lavoisier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stuff-2/
