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A new pad of paper
that I can mar up,
in writing a poem
just for you.
I hem and I haw,
sputter and stop,
and dream of the grandeur
when through.
I’ve done nothing much
in this life I call mine,
nothing, that is,
not made up.
I haven’t the talent
of others, you’ll find;
than, thus far, of just
plain dumb luck.
I haven’t authored
the best that I can….
Hmm. How strange.
It seems that I am –
but, no! I am not!
I’m not at the end.
It’s only damned grandeur, again.
I’m much like an uncle,
an Unfinished Man,
who never completed
one thing he began.
For instance, at one time,
this man had swam
half of the distance ‘cross
the Great Rio Grande.
Then he returned bearing his reason,
it was, all in all, a very bad plan:
“I can’t but swim one-half of the Grande!”
So this poem is half done;
it returns where begun –
on marred up clean paper,
and written in pun.
A poem that is half-done,
half-rhymed and in fun.
Turn it over, I’ll re-write
a foreshortened one.
But, this time
I’ll start at The End.
revised 7 May 2013
©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn
ha…if you start at the other end…or the end at least you know you will finish….halfway there and back you might as well have went on…smiles.
Great rhyme and rhythm in this, you say it’s half-done, but I’d say it’s well done! Cheers.
Wow, that’s lovely 🙂 I loved all of it, but I especially enjoyed the 7th stanza. Great job!