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Well, of course, given that I have huge Looming Deadlines and a chaotic amount of work to complete, my boss decides I need to spend the morning taking notes at a meeting and the afternoon transcribing them for him. *grouch, grouch*
So, while waiting for the meeting to start, I got bored and wrote
For Robbie, Playing in the Autumn Evening
Your hair conducts the sunshine through its curls
Your eyes, so bright and merry, toss it back
Till all around you joyous morning whirls
Abundant day 'gainst creeping twilight's lack
There is springtime in your fierce determined climb
A struggle like the pushing stem and shoot
No gathering winter, no inexorable time
Can quell that growth nor bind your reaching roots
Your stretching spirit, bright with burgeoning youth
Shrugs off the shrinking light and waning tide
Nor can old age defeat your present truth
Her boundless sway in these short days defied
That bitter, binding age that takes us all
In this immortal moment hath no thrall.
So, while waiting for the meeting to start, I got bored and wrote
For Robbie, Playing in the Autumn Evening
Your hair conducts the sunshine through its curls
Your eyes, so bright and merry, toss it back
Till all around you joyous morning whirls
Abundant day 'gainst creeping twilight's lack
There is springtime in your fierce determined climb
A struggle like the pushing stem and shoot
No gathering winter, no inexorable time
Can quell that growth nor bind your reaching roots
Your stretching spirit, bright with burgeoning youth
Shrugs off the shrinking light and waning tide
Nor can old age defeat your present truth
Her boundless sway in these short days defied
That bitter, binding age that takes us all
In this immortal moment hath no thrall.