I fancy myself to be some writer's idea of the
impassioned poet
though with my generous speaking to the page I may not
fully show it
I have this driving will in my heart that keeps me strong
and going
even when I'm not entirely sure of exactly what it is
I'm doing
some nights I write until my eyes ache and others I write
just a little
then there are times when natural life steps in and
releases me from this chosen duty and I don't write
anything at all
I just please myself as I piddle
whether I do what I do on purpose or unintentionally
who can really say
I can't really tell you myself but I can live with
that vague answer
so I guess that makes it okay
it can become quite a strain on the system within
always trying to keep everything in order according
to the time
and after all that I've leveled by laying to rest
I realize situations weren't created for the sole
sake of the rhyme
I must stay with myself to see that I keep straight
and don't at every turn cheat
and believe me for notoriously naughty me that's
no easy feat
it feels good to get this chance to share more of
myself with you upon this clean fresh sheet
I only hope that in tearing myself apart as I've just
so obviously done
that I'll be able to put all the pieces back together
once again and feel pointedly proud and alas
complete................
( written Sept 28,1991 am)