Tangents be the stuff of life
Tangents be the goal,
When promise wings her way to God
Tangents shall unfold.
When years condemn alacrity
And stiffness welds the soul,
Tangents are the lubricant
For promise to behold.
And when,at last, those fires die
And old men bend their knee
Be assured that deep within
Are tangents, still, running free.

With love
M.