New CPD: 'Costly in time and costing our sanity, eroding our leisure, promoting profanity'
When I was a child, we drove every week
To visit my Seide1 of whom I now speak.
My Seide was smart, worked hard, full of mettle;
Knew Yiddish, not English; he came from a shtetl2.
I sat on his lap; he could not read a book
But he taught me a lesson; I just had to look.
He had two huge mirrors on opposite walls,
Reflecting each other, like countless grand halls.
When I looked in the mirror: so many of me,
It seemed I had reached realms of infinity.
Though reading and writing my Seide neglected,
One thing is for certain, he always reflected.
Now that I’m older, with new CPD,
Those mirrors I viewed come back to haunt me