Correcting this existence,

Realizing the rulebook has been cooked,

The amortization of accountability has come up a tad thin,

Actions, if not iniquitous, unquestionably very foul

As much as I’ve enjoyed taking a literary ride,

My eyes get wet thinking of the vulnerability of a friend,

One who is uneasily influenced by the temperature or the air stream,

Who waits ever so patiently at the train station

Rarely querulous, yet consistently forthright,

Sharing in my kismet