THE SLOW MESSENGER

My heart runs and my mind motors

To several thousand horse power

But my limp bothers

To make me walk slower.

Man like a river can never have a straight path

Nor choose his way higher

Course of the wind and curse of the mind

Can but effect a minor change,

Though it may sound strange ;

The rivers wind to many winding factors

And flow to fill places;

Man is wound up by many factors

And stays to fulfill many things;

So with atheletic agility in mind

And happiness in heart

I limped forward to announce the

Birth of my child.