What a luftmensch of a man
Never one to worry about
The ladder of success
Yet one look and I melt
Into a mosaic of the past
A parcel of yesterday
Wrapped up with keen senses
Which remind me
Of the pain I inherited
From that series of events
Always an inept blunderer
In and out of legal problems
Yet the past was not menial
In it's entirety
Judging from it's continued
Effect on me.

9-6-03

Laura R