A Meteor Called Hope
By John C. Sparks, (jcosparks@email.msn.com)

            
	In Memory of Glue
	
	One out of many is the noble quest
	As the boy positions each plastic part;
	Let there be structure on top of this desk
	Built with a labor direct from the heart!
	One thing is needful before he can start
	Preserving the union when task is through,
	An item with the name of airplane glue!
	
	I remember my childhood some years back,
	Those days gone by when an order prevailed.
	We begged the system to cut us some slack,
	And hoped for a break whenever we failed,
	Yet the game was clear, "Expect to be nailed!"
	Blind hate stood up, a fact known to be true,
	But standing much taller was common glue!
	
	Something has departed with telltale sign,
	A substance permitting walks after dark;
	Me has defeated we and ties that bind,
	And hunter stalks prey in the public park!
	Grieve not for shelter in a fifties ark,
	Not all was well and worthy of lament,
	Rather mourn the loss of social cement!
	
	Nations arise, young waves upon the sea,
	Swelling up...on the power of the whole;
	Initial bonds break and they cease to be,
	Falling mist-like into a captor's bowl!
	Oh, never fall victim to wicked foe
	Free land saluting the star-spangled blue;
	Pray for the return of national glue!


April 1997

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