Lost Argument
Pleading with his eyes.
I answered briefly, "No-sir-ee!"
Nor would I compromise.
My arguments grew weaker,
And finally I gave up.
There's nothing quite so winning
As a boy and a spotted pup.
Author Bio
Margaret E. Johnson wrote poetry all her life. But she didn't just decide she would write one. They just came to her, popped into her head and she would sit down and write the poem by hand (no typewriter) and then stuff it into the drawer with all her others.
At one time her family counted one hundred fifty-seven poems, and that was back in 1968. Now, they have only seventeen. Ms. Johnson died of Alzheimers.
During the early stages, while she was still ambulatory and functioning most of the time, her husband found her sitting on the floor in the guest room with scraps of paper strewn all around her. She was tearing up her poems. He rescued the seventeen still in existence.
Twilight Times ezine is proud to present the timeless work of a very fine poet.
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