David Hines (hradzka) wrote,
David Hines

APED: "two hours"

(Yes, more Doc Savage poetry.)

Two hours every morning, without fail.
The pace, the strain, make men who see it pale.
The muscles worked in opposition swell:
train the body and the mind as well.
Calculate pi. Take it one more place.
Keep the strain from showing on your face.
Control emotion. Don't laugh. Rarely smile.
Learn the scents, all vague, in little vials.
Learn to hear above the human range.
It's always been so; you don't think it strange:
two hours, like the childhood that you had.
You never dare to think your father mad.
Tags: a poem every day
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