In life's many rounds

Confusion abounds

Folks see some things

Then jump into rings



And so set up fights

Based on their plight

Without rationale

For minds are stale



And refuse to see

The overall glee

Rising to surface

With direct purpose



To find a like soul

With whom to grow old

One who quietly reflects

And without any neglect



Resolves to understand

And then lends a hand

Sharing body and spririt

As we both then do fit ...



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

6:45pm Sat. Feb. 28th, 1998