the home of my heart is cluttered with glee
religion, joy, celebrations, all that mean the
world to me
Heaven has seen fit to bless me with a skill
that is none too specific
I freely write of love, revenge, heartbreak and
fears that border on being terrific
serious are matters
only hailed from my distanced mind
its the heart that takes over
where emotions need be defined
as it is said love and knowledge hold best
ground
since I have years and years worth of poems
left in me
I guess you could say in short
God for a long, long time to come must want
me around...................
(April 23, 1995)