i'm flying in the morning it's even colder in chicago
and if the plane crashes because i wrote this
then i died smiling
and when someone a loved one i hope or a rival
boxes up my library they'll say 'he read the same books over and over'
but it's not true why just this winter i added four volumes
and yes many of the works in my pencil collection were acquired a generation ago
but on tuesday i found a bright yellow one, cylinder body light pink eraser used but once if i'm not mistaken
yet none compare with the pink hexagonal embossed in gold "Nathan's 1st Birthday"
'the only son he ever had.'