Abe V Rotor
In my room one day I wrote;
Clumsy, my pen dropped,
My own thoughts I fought,
Groped I alone in the dark.
My pen into a corner rolled,
Into a web of dust and web;
Into a story long untold,
No other but my own in ebb.
Vigor I lack, my eyesight poor,
Vegetables, fruits, all I detest,
Energy I’ve none to store,
That I dare not face any contest.
I swept the floor, opened the door,
Worked the garden, where a lost friend
I found again - Nature and more -
United we all are to the end.
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Living with Nature, Volume 3. All Rights Reserved
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