Should I plant? Or go fishing?
So here we are again. Another June;
Another tune sung happy-go-lucky
Down a country road; and another swoon
Into the arms of kindness. I was plucky
And stubborn and strong to endure so much,
Surviving the cold, but now all that strength
Just melts. Mighty men flop at the soft touch
Of a damsel. They’d go to any length
But now can’t budge an inch. Without much shame
Men surrender to mercy, where they stand
Strong against meanness. A candle’s small flame
Defeats much darkness. Look here. This same hand
Can fist or caress. Which fires will burn
When we again look north to winter’s return?