[bad word] [bad word] 2015/03/15/5769
Simple symbols seize new space
On the monitor of mine,
new phase of life I face,
Seas of words surround my mind:
Lots of letters, dark as coal, 
Small like atoms, on a page,
Small are steps towards a goal,
It will take another age
To create a tale of sense;
And the tail of my past,
Which once made my life too tense,
Having passed, is light at last.
Days of writing lost their looks - 
Bits of sands, and now a lens
I must use to read my book,
Since the writing is too dense,
Since my weary eyes are weak,
Like my memories of youth.
Others’ help I have to seek
Just to magnify the [bad word] 
Of the days I’ve spent in writing
When my health still held aloof;
When my mind still was mighty,
I could climb any roof.