To my muses
Who have helped me through this lifetime
Of writing bad poetry
On perfectly white sheets of paper
Cruelly adulterated by my words.
Thank you
For all the happy times we may have spent together
The smiles, and the hugs
The laughter and the joy
That made me love you so.
Thank you
For all the tears and pain
And anger you made me feel
For you made me feel
And that's more than most can say.
My muses, I thank you
For all those wonderful emotions you thrust through my body
Mind, and of course soul
That I may have thought was once attached to you
Only to find
It wasn't.
My muses, I thank you
For killing me with your words
And your actions
Where else would I find such godly inspiration
To write the words I have?
My muses, I thank you
For being in my life
Better it may have been
Without ever knowing who you were
But where would I be without you?
August 6, 2002