Poems and Thoughts    by Frank Maurer

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My Lost, Saved Tooth. I remember it was the day Einstein died-- In the 50's. My family, including Dad, Mother, John, and Susan, Was doing the traditional family visit to Washington, D.C.; Our impressive, but historically troubled capitol. We children were "horsing around" in the morning hotel room And my mother was just plain fed up, Grabbed her hairbrush and attempted to smack me on the rear-- But, I swung around and the blow landed on my mouth! Well, the tooth eventually died; The root was refilled and remains now a dead entity. In later age, as my other teeth are themselves challenged, One that is standing strong is the old, dead tooth! Indeed, one may not always be able to extrapolate an unexpected future! {'The best laid schemes o' Mice and Men gang oft agley (awry), Robert Burns, November 1785.} Frank Maurer 3 July 2023 0850 Hours.