Literature
I like to learn a new word every day
I’d like to learn a new word every day,
So then I’d be much smarter end of year.
Perhaps I’ll tackle next a Shakespeare play
And conquer primal English grammar fear.
For words bring pleasure even when there’s pain:
The pain of limbs gone bad, of weaker eyes,
Of body parts that will not heal the same,
Of loss, a long-term resident who cries.
I take a word and roll it in my mouth
And hold it up to sparkle in the light.
I introduce it to my friends, who doubt
Its value, though of course I think I’m right.
For words, till death shall part us from ourselves,
Are safely kept on memories’ palace shelves.
