Thoughts pace my mind,
As a new father paces the
hospital floors,
And just as wearily.
All thoughts scattered, uneven,
As the night's stars, on a
clear night,
And just as inconsistent.
All problems solvable,
As the puzzles you once worked
as a child,
And just as time consuming.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
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