The old wall stands
proud,
unbroken by many assaults.
But the soft green ivy
with fragile roots
seeking cracks to grow in,
assure the wall
will crumble and break.
So it is with
love.
About The Author
Jerome Parent
Jerome Parent is a Vietnam veteran who has been an adjunct professor of English Composition since 2002. He retired from public school teaching and is now a GED instructor at a reentry center. He earned a bachelor's and a master's degree at the University of Colorado-Colorado Springs and has four decades of teaching experience in a number of subjects and with students who range in ages from preschool to adult. He was the head writer for a 2-year United States Space Foundation science curriculum project and has done technical writing and editing for a variety of companies in the Pikes Peak region. He has sold several short stories and a screenplay.
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