Mike Connor wrote:
What price the noble hopes and dreams of all the years?
shadowed now by doubt, frustration, even tears?
lofty thoughts, imagined once of high intent,
enthusiasm, joy, now thwarted, nearly spent.

Comrades, friends, joined by common drive,
wasted, fretful, petty, doomed it seems to strive,
for hurt and insult, hateful barbs and pain,
to what end then? May one find such again?

Who knows? Who cares? The injured least of all,
innocent, but also guilty, unseeing even to the final fall,
whimpering and mewling, still blind as newly born,
ideals forgotten, lives wasted and forlorn.

Fresh wind then? Mayhap consensus for what´s right?
or acceptance of the sad result, the final sorry plight?
A smile, a word, polite discussion, as all for truth and friendship
grope, Who starts? Who ceases?, Who may yet give cause for hope?

Naaah. You just have to run these roff posts through the rose-colored filter and
they all come out great. I'm here mainly for the entertainment value and am
rarely disappointed. Then again, my expectations are fairly low. ;-)
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TL,
Tim
http://css.sbcma.com/timj