Don't tell 'em that we conspire
On that plan to retire
I can become what was discussed
To the truth of this I must
My friends are my foundation
The faith I have to tame a nation
The hopes and dreams created
From beveled edges of men sedated
Long forgot my own disdain
Reminded of by constant pain
This shall kiss the child's cheek
Flowering forth I feed the meek


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.