INTRO: A Poem to Read
Sorry, I've got a poem to read.
It's not much to hear,
I've, uh, got it here somewhere
...maybe this one instead.
I write things that rhyme.
Well, one way or another.
In time, I'll get this right
On paper, or somewhere or other.
There's no singing, no props,
Just a limerick, or flops.
You're all invited to here
What I want to impart,
-It's straight from the heart.
This sharing from me is sincere.
A love poem may start,
But be sure that it's more,
Yes more, than meets the ear.
How is it that memories force a tear.
-7 July 2003, a prelude to my first public poetry reading.