The Genius, Alone
A man bikes the trail each morning.
I know him from our shared past.
He used to teach AP chemistry,
Our school’s most infamous class.
He was exacting, aloof, and fast-moving
Students got lost in his maze.
Chemical symbols, equations, and labs,
Uncaring, they endured class in a daze.
The daze is all his when we pass one another,
His sharp mind destroyed by disease.
He pedals and smiles, what’s he thinking?
That was then, this is now: antipodes.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
is that whats waiting for some of us golden agers???
I truly enjoy reading your work, now that I am almost back home I hope to catch up on your excellent work, that I've missed
Love & Peace be with you
Blessings from Ky.
Joyce B.
Your phrase, "a sharp mind destroyed by disease" is sadly too often the case. I wish we could save and process all that knowledge
The word "antipodes" is a new one for me and I had to look it up, but it sure has great definitive power.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Be always safe,
Karen
Regis