Gentle Reader . . .

Gentle reader, perhaps you've some time for a rhyme,
Sitting down in your chair, feeling loose and relaxed?
Why not linger right there for some rhymes of our time?
Have no fear that your brain will be heavily taxed.
Motley verses are ordered without any plan --
It's my adage for life to mix whimsy with grit.
So, on one page, there's nonsense of which I'm a fan,
On the next, crusty thoughts from old age I submit.

In this text, I present silly stuff and satire.
Alongside, I acknowledge meek Nature's broad drifts
That sustain and enrich, though our minds scarce enquire
What these are, or the worth to us all of those gifts.
I write also of war to remember the bold.
Likewise, illness and God prompt poems to type.
I have learned that the simplest of ways are the gold
We should find while we're young to enjoy when we're ripe.