Poetry: 'Re-Tired', 'Mercy or Justice'
Published: Saturday, June 23, 2012 at 8:38 p.m.
Last Modified: Saturday, June 23, 2012 at 8:38 p.m.
Oh, what joy I had as a child,
Swinging on an old tire!
How I giggled and how I smiled!
How it set my soul on fire!
Around and around I would twirl,
Looking north, east, south, then west;
Then back, letting the rope uncurl.
Still and all, swinging was best.
Back and forth, getting near the trunk
Until I could kick off it
And wobble away, like some drunk
Or whirling dervish prophet!
My own days of such foolishness
Are now but a memory.
And yet, there's reason nonetheless,
To recall that old glory.
Now that I am retired, you see,
I have a grandson named Jack.
I'll bet he'd love to have a tree
On which to swing forth and back!
ROBERT P. TUCKER
MERCY OR JUSTICE?
It is so easy for us
to demand justice
when someone has
committed a horrible crime
But, we plead for mercy
when our life
is on the line.
WILEY O. BARNES
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