THE GRAND DELINQUENT
NO MORE
My list grows small, my list grows long,
and I know nothing at all. This Bible
fell on my head this morning, from an
upper shelf; it landed, open to the story
about the upper room I had to think,
'Is it Easter again, so soon?' Then my
thoughts turned away. Does a rising
tide really lift all boats? I wanted to
say something grandiloquent and
bold, and realized I could not. Those
days are gone. And I am old.
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