This marks one thousand and fifty

Over sixteen months ... just nifty

An accomplishment to celebrate

(Works written daily to this date)



It also marks the completion of a stint

(A relationship without any love in it)

A pretense of feelings without end

And founded upon an empty blend



... A misuse of implied sensitivities

With no real true caring exhibited

Just an empty shell devoid of sense

Now shown as past and present tense



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

12noon Tues. August 4th, 1998