A blog of such a typically jocose nature tends to go by the
wayside in its author’s difficult times. However, I would like resume the
whimsical blogging I have enjoyed in the past, so I will transition back to
Blog Land with this little verse I wrote recently (and after that, it’s no more
Mr. Melancholy-Guy)…
Spared from the strike of uncounted stones cast recklessly from
the shadows,[1]
I alone am left standing
in the midst. [2]
Not one of us can read the writing on the ground,[3]
And my own eyes are full of dust. [4]
But with all things possible,[5]
I remarkably and gracefully become as the tree,[6]
Cut down – unquestionably, [7]
But to sprout again with capable braches anew. [8]
