CHARLES MCILHANEY, JR.

I spent two years at East Stroudsburg College, and twenty plus years at Bethlehem Steel Co. trying to decide “what I want to be when I grow up.”  I still haven’t decided.  However, I have since developed a fondness for the English language and enjoy writing poems with pen and paper.

 

The Muser
 

Today, the spider spun a masterpiece.

The muser admired the delicate strands.

Today, he coddled a pearl bequeathed

by an artisan hidden in the sand.

 

His day was naught of industry,

by terms of a spider’s world,

Or by pace of legacy

that an oyster sculpts a pearl.

 

Yet perhaps, was once a primordial morn

when God’s creatures yet pondered their arts.

A pearl for Creation’s adorn,

or a lustrous web to flatter the stars.

 

No matter, he earned not a spider’s laurels,

nor praise of treasure in a shell.

There’s nothing a man can’t do tomorrow.

Today, he did nothing, but pondered it well.  

-   Charles McIlhaney, Jr.