you've got your own life and I've got mine
that sounds like the words to an old but not soon
forgotten song or something of its kind
but does that make the feelings lurking behind
the words any less felt or genuine
I don't think so love, not at this time
I find myself looking back on my life at this point
of rhyme
it's like being hated as the president of the month
of December
I question myself over and over again
when did it all find voice for the cause and
consequently begin
you would think I could be able to still remember
such a vague concept is almost unrecognizable
the imagination put into the effort of formal
self expression believe me is quite sizable
it is of great personal cost to speak of what was
once lost
we know more is the pity
so that must mean
less is the shame
you would think that I of all people would catch
on more quickly to this intricate word game
with this work still fresh on the page
one must see I harbor no choking disclaimer
please make note though that I am no longer a child
and this isn't the book nor case of Kramer vs. Kramer
and more so today than yesterday
I am so much more brave and saner
even when this road I have chosen
continues to be an emotional drainer...........
(written May 1,1991 in the am)