re: #59 Cato the Elder

I just emailed my yesternight’s encomium dedicated to Jeffrey Goldberg to the man himself.

Yes, I write things other than limericks.

Beautiful..Just great…If I may…

A wisp of air surrounds me..A spring memory
Like a long lost lover
A long lost enemy..
I breathe deep and pass away the moment
Spring is here
But I see Autumn out my window
The Colors of life and the time for ending

I feel the wind blowing
warm upon my cheeks
I know time is changing
with every step I take

A wisp of spring..And a memory
A smell of the past..Caught in one second
I look out the window..Forthcoming august warning
Blowing in the wind..
If I have just one springtime to sit in the garden
Shall I complain?

I feel the wind blowing
warm upon my cheeks
I know time is changing
with every step I take

-The Hoopster
I suck I know..I just love writing stuff