For forty-three years

he preached out his heart.

For all that time

he gave his all to the noble art.

For forty-three years

he preached out his heart.

For all that time….

And then he let his foot

off the gas

and he, in utter honesty,

said, “That time has passed.

It is now time irreverently

to rev up a new journey

which means the blogging

of rhymed, metered and

free verse poetry.”

And two and a half years

later, he’s hitting on

all eight

because after five-hundred-

thirty-five posts,

the engine revs just great

and the scenery along

the way is something

over which to elate.

So he is really happy

that he stopped when

he did

and not keep preaching,

as so many

Revs. did,

till it would have been

too late.