Most of my life has been played to a modal tune.
A lovely little song nailed down by misfortune.
It flits along with a confidence unfounded.
Trips, or falls, or slips do not long keep me grounded.
Soon, I am off like a shot; whistling all the way.
Still, jaunty bouncing…no heed to obstacles laid.
Possessed by a folksy pluck from…I know not where.
Floats me from life’s whirlpools & sweetens fetid air.
Chin up clunking thru it all…each third step, a slip.
I just laugh at life’s bullies. Then, I write my quips.
L.B.Stowe 