Hacking the essence of verbage
While it lingers in my mind.
Always searching, searching
For a word I can not find.
A paradox of irregularities
That I mash within my mind.
Always that searching, searching
For a word I'll never find.
Day will come and dawn will show
That even the heavens offer
That which I cannot ascertain,
For I am but a poor old duffer.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane