i walked a mile in the rain today.
it wasn’t so bad,
as they say:
when i was a kid those miles of snow
sure made walking slow.

and if it weren’t for my pride
i’d pave prozac to the road –
ride high
not low.
but, is it better now –
our load,
less?
i confess,

i don’t know.

but i wonder, i do, i charge my mind to combine
the efforts of our time
shake them up, mix them round
spill them out –
to find out

the answer to this modern rhyme.

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