Originally posted by Uluru Thank you God,
for the opulent, endless supply of overhears
and reassuring personal confessions,
messages as bold as victory's spears
of Ricoh sales representatives, heralds of future bright,
conveyed to camera stores sales people,
for their contentment, and to our own delight.
With that familiar sound to my ear,
I retreat once again to take a breath.
Redundant, replicated, reassurances against my fear,
more of the same from whom I hold dear.
If I burn a candle bright, will I see the light?
I think how much I have waited.
For I doubt I will hold, in my hands,
the promise, before the nigh o’ year.