This one will be the last upon this day

An even score is a good count to say

All of the things needed to get off chest

Some petty, but some are heaven-blessed



Words of wonder which sing with some lilt

Tunes filled with memories filled to the hilt

Of past loves gone but never to be forgotten

Even with all there've been - none were rotten



And then - thoughts about the craftsman's art

Some overflowing with charm in small parts

But all have been pieces which shared so much

Good thought - which has seeped out - in a bunch.



Christopher W. Thomas

4:35pm Tuesday 12/30/97