I've come to the point where I've honed
my poetry
If you'd like
I'll share it with the'
shall I be bold and say that it sometimes
makes me cry
or would you rather I be rash and say
'tis no more than a mere lie
it wells up from the inside
it drums on the inner walls
of my head
and pushes outward through my hide
I have to get it down on paper
If I don't it will be forever lost
and to my inner self
that would be too great of a cost
it sets my soul at ease
it makes my short passage through
this cruel world
a proverbial breeze
let this whimsy and candor soothe
life's fevered brow
If I have helped you
that will be the blessed'
and I'll know I've been able to once
again be there for someone somehow.....
(written Jan 7,1991)