It is, I fear the wages of a youth, so misspent that it has yielded libidal bancrupcy. Oh, ok, I'm exadurating, but not about the spelling. I offer, in evidence, anexample of how I, now, spend the time I once used for more "social" endeavors.

My beard, of late, assumes the glow

And color of a city snow.

That sooty mix you see sometime,

Of dust and grit and mottled grime,

That makes the winter dark and colder,

And taunts me that I'm getting older.

Mike