Awards of much merit 

As folks grin and bear it

When others win the cake

And those who didn't, take



With them, away from fray

Thoughts of another day

When their turn will come

And they won't be so glum



For real value is built upon

Thru deeds amidst throng

As those which don't serve

Will be replaced with verve



By later accomplishments

Secured in the cement ...

And then there's no lament

Over past energies spent



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

9:33am Tues. March 24th, 1998