Monday, November 21, 2011


When did my compassion turn to varnish,
my modest mettle slowly start to tarnish?
I must search inside to ascertain my center
where moderation manifests as mentor;
serenity’s insidious asylum
can turn malign, corrupting healthy xylem
but was it Sheryl Crow or was it Buddha
that said – don’t long for Swiss if you’ve got Gouda.


Shauna said...

hey now - love the one your with.

clever poem AP.

rch said...

Thanks Shauna, I must have had cheese on my brain yesterday because after I wrote this I made cheesy broccoli soup and a homemade cheesecake :^)