[stylist] new poem

[Jacobson, Shawn D]

OK, I'm back writing poetry, been away too long.

Shawn

Song Strider
Once upon a time
Back in Walkman days of yore
angel voices sang
In those days fondly remembered
I jacked a tape into my Walkman and strode forth.
Voices as if from angels filled my head.
Wilson Phillips bade me hold on for one more day.
As on my evening ritual rounds I did travel.
In these younger times
music pumping though my head
walking was a joy.
My body strode along,
before the twinge of aching knees.
I climbed the hill without trepidation
and from the summit could survey
the path ahead, the path behind
and know the beauty of sight and sound.
So with the music
I strode in evenings cool
in times remembered.



Shawn Jacobson
Mathematical Statistician
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