by Tim Chiu
A favorite sport or hobby may not stay that way forever - a rhyming poem.
|Reaping feathered, cool rewards,
Seen voicing fewer nods -
With all our mates seen headed towards,
Our tastes face long, cruel odds.
As we determine fewer tries,
We welcome little stress.
The separation, long goodbyes,
We ask for so much less.
Pursuit’s new promise of those needs -
May profit different ways.
The good connections spare those deeds;
Might quiet every phase.