Time Passing -- A Miscellany of Poems; ŠThor May 1996     index


              WHATEVER IT WAS


He said it well,

Whatever it was,

But I cannot now be sure

That he knew himself

Whatever it was,

For the season's passed

And last year's choicest cut

Has baggy knees and a pot belly.

But hey, whatever it was,

Who wants to know

A middle-aged poem



Thor, @1 April 2002