TO HENRY KING
[I never remember winding up the estate of Henry King - but I have an old deed box in my garage with his name painted on the lid - and its full of bits and pieces that I keep in the hope that they will prove useful for something, some day!]
Henry King!
I have your tuck box,
(Though who you are or why, I cannot say,)
It's in the garage,
Housing whatnots:
Piston rings and bearing shells,
Nuts and bolts and other things,
Saved, until tomorrow brings,
Time to build my life again,
Time to stock-take all the shelves,
To build the car or write the lines,
To exorcise the dream that dwells,
Inside my soul and can't get out,
The words that come but won't remain
Long enough to write them down,
The noble plans, the great designs:
Creative urges haunt me still,
Cry, 'Release me!'
Yet I doubt.....Yet I doubt,
If I can deliver!If I can deliver,
The words or deeds,
To write the lines,
Or build the car,
To make them
Nod their heads
And say:
'He had it in him,
'That's for sure:
'Sad, we never noticed it,
'Before!'Henry King,
I have your tuck box:
I'd love to give it back to you, one day!
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