April 17, 1992
11:34 a.m. 
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Easter Basket '92"
This has always been the time to reflect This has always been a time of ponderous thought Look back on the years My there have almost been forty And I don't yet know if I'm happy or not. Lover's little stranger grew up hungry And holidays speed by with rapid ease Did I e'er feel love? Was I indeed happy? And will the coming years my heart appease? Happy Easter it's another day Preconceptions always Get in the way Christ is arisen and the end's not here yet And will I be happy or lose the last bet? This has always been the time to think My life has been full and precise I did everything I ever wanted I reaped wild vast rewards But somehow I can't break the ice.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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