Lawrence Hall, HSG
A Tattered Weed
Cf. Shakespeare, Sonnet 2
Scene i: a lawn chair beneath a shady oak
Okay, sure, sometimes I feel like a tattered weed
After my morning’s work, creaking into my chair
And reaching for my iced tea and a book
Sipping on both for a vision of youth
My Hercule Poirot body is made almost young again
By strolling through Arden with Rosalind and Orlando
(Only for a while; they would much rather be alone…)
And then the iced tea tells me of Ceylon
Okay, sure, sometimes I feel like a tattered weed
But sometimes - forever young
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