To the editor:
Ask me to be alert!
In a world with too much hurt!
With too many answers flirt!
Who may I ask to listen, once a young "Hellion," as a squirt.
Now at 83, over the hill, but alert!
There isn't an action, forgotten, to add to accept what I write as dessert!
To write to record is to earn my shirt!
A farm in on "Paradise Road" to play in the dirt. Eighty one acres, a pond, trout, a collie, Grandma to flirt!