Like any writer I am
Concerned with the
Right word but only
So much if it eludes
Then I count it love's
Labor lost and it is
Only right for love
Should not be a bit
Of labor I am told.
Anyway I believe
That the ill fitting
Word can even at
Times work better.
Like the boy who is
Wearing his older
Brother's handme-
Downs may look
More winsome to
The loving eye who
Sees knowing life's
Struggle- understands
The child's goodness
Better than the tailor
Fit could express it.
Sometimes a little
Play a;  little wobble
Is best.  I am told the
Earth's orbit shows a
Small eccentricity that
It will probably grow
Out of just before we
All crash into the sun
Until then I say we can
All be write as we are.