48 Across
I spend countless hours on crosswords each day.
Then what do I do? I throw them away.
So with another, to the trash I head.
I’m done with my puzzle and off to bed.
Just one last glance, on my way to the bin.
But wait, what is this? A space not filled in?
Can I pitch a puzzle that still has blanks?
I’m told some do, but as for me, no thanks!
I stare at the square, I’m troubled with strife.
Use a dictionary? Not on your life.
Come on now ol’ brain, with me won’t you share?
Release that letter you’re hiding in there.
It’s getting late, I guess that I better,
quit and concede, but it’s just one letter.
It finally comes to me, that’s it! I grin.
Now where is my pen? I’ll just write it in.
I inscribe that letter with utmost care,
perfectly centered right there in its square.
Now I’m at peace, with an air of conceit,
it may be trash, but at least it’s complete!
Curt Vevang