“ November ” ~ to remember ~

How could I not

Remember,

Fate had chose

November,

To death encumber

Exiguous shoulders,

And suffer weight

Of lamentable state,

With words inapt

In witless pap,

For just departed father

So long ago that November,

A then boy would remember!

                                                                      ode to 39 year old father

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“ The Hat ” ~ tit for tat ~

 

He wore the hat

To dress his head,

And tit for tat

He wares it now

To hide pilus dead,

Or gone so thin,

It fails be coaxed

To grow back in,

Thus pate regrets

That bushy hair

Of peacock fame,

Held chose delimit

Its germinal game,                                              

Evoking sad recall                                                    

Of his departed mane!