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memories keep us in constant touch with
ourselves and our pasts
what's passed is not necessarily forgotten and
there within lay the constant occurring contrast
I often in desperation try to get as far away from
myself as I possibly can
my methods are so simple that they're clever
I read and write my purposeful prose and
upon occasion
listen to the soothing notes of my dear Mr. Chopin
where does this self taught talent spring from
and does it carry with it some sort of hidden
messaged fate
did I start out too early on in my lonely life
or much too late
over these formulating thoughts and questions
with myself, I frequently debate
on a scale of one to ten mentally take note
I give myself an eight
I'm forever scribbling something down
maybe I like the way the word looks
in its formation
the way it flows in context
the subtlety of its sound
this obsession will never be over
yet it will never fully begin
and even if I am lucky enough to still
be around
I'll never witness its end
perhaps this piece I should have titled
'the unpredictable waif'
there's a part of me that writes to incur peace
even as it inflicts pain
yet itself, still manages to get off without scathe
of this highly sensitive bone of contention
I would be far better off to not elaborate further on
by bringing to light the way of mention
you see for trouble I have a rare but great pension
but do let me say this
the ball point pen
was
'Indeed'
a grand old invention.......
(written June 15,1991 )