This poem might, it might be short,
for but one point will it exhort.
The past holds much, wisdom for sure,
when one looks back—thus heretofore.
But few have learned, many forget,
and such is life, we’re human yet.
But he who rules the world, he could,
if he knew when to say “not good.”
*Many years ago, while in graduate school, I became fond of a co-ed with whom I shared some library time together, as I recall. We teased each other with hand-written notes, each trying to be the more impressive writer, with clever puns, metaphors, and symbolism. One of her written and spoken trademarks was the frequent use of the term, “not good.” This silly poem represented one of my efforts to impress her.
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