May 27
Brass in pocket 
Vivitar 28/2 "A" series
And an extra for today:
a follow up to a previous post.
An ode to can
There's a four letter word as offensive as any
It holds back the few, puts a stop to the many
You can't climb that mountain, you can't cross that sea
You can't become anything that you want to be
You can't hit a century, they can't find a cure
She can't think about leaving, or searching for more
Because can't is a word with a habit of stopping the ebb and flow of ideas
That keeps dropping itself where we know in our hearts it's not needed
And saying "don't go" when we could have succeeded
But those four little letters that end with a 't'
They can change in an instant when shortened to three
We can take off the 't', we can do it today
We can move forward, not back, we can find our own way
We can build, we can run, we can follow the sun
We can push, we can pull,
We can say "I'm someone who refuses to believe that life can't be better"
With removal of one insignificant letter.
Author unknown.
