I wear it like a favored old coat
this laugher's role in life
that I have been given
I see the necessity of one's departure
from his usual ways yet still
a most grand sadness within me beckons
remain not so much as you are
entirely
but as the way you were in your better
days
able to cope , that I am
so, with this pen poised a little a slight
'The Fond Mid Stroke'
I rally my hiding wit
and invite it out to play
write your best
allow me to wallow worry less
within my muse
as I find that I am indeed happiest there
amid all the pens, words, discarded ideas
and crumpled paper's clutter
as the ink and page are two parts of the
oxygen that I crave
so to live..........................
(Dec. 3, 1997)