Date: 12-19-89From: Dale MaloneTo: Christina Smith
Subj: Re: poemsCS> Let me think of one and I will get right back to you.....
DEM> O.K., (tap, tap, tap. . .) My foot tapping on the floor, DEM> whilst I wait.
Sometimes the wait is hard on me,
Rather be reading, than in agony,
But, “I will get right back to you.”
The words that put me in this stew.
Imagination takes on wings,
Thoughts of prose and other things.
Christina Smith, I'm told, a wifey be,
But kisses in her words, just for me.
Chaste we be and on good behavior,
It's this computer screen that is my savior.
Sigh! I sit and contemplate,
Growing older, while I wait.
But soon the screen will flash to
life,
Words of comfort from Smitty's wife.
Tapping my foot, I idle here,
Awaiting a missive with Season's Cheer.
I'll end this short and lively
ditty,
Jump in the car and cruise the city.
Find a bar and slake my thirst,
Maybe time will fly, clock be cursed!
O.K., now I REALLY have to stop,
Dim my screen and Christmas shop.
I sit and age and gather moss,
Time is such a heavy cross.
Ticketity-Tock, the hands won't
budge,
Denying me words, Father Time'll begrudge.
This labor of love reaches conclusion,
Too many words cause confusion.
But how to end it . . . Solution
eludes me,
One final period, and THERE! I'm Free!
Written by Dale E. Malone, Do
you wait, or cause others to wait?
The Great & Wonderful Kahuna wants to know!
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modified: April 26, 2009