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That is a very gracious: That is a very gracious reply, and I deeply appreciate the courtesy of your response. At the beginning of my senior year in high school, more decades ago than I care to admit, a racial remark. made casually in the lunchroom, ignited a full out riot which required police intervention in our small rural village.  Once that had been quelled, a good many of us students became pro-active and realized that honest freedom of speech could sometimes result in hurt feelings; or, even worse, in the eruption of violence, either individually or by groups.  I had been bullied for the two years prior for being deemed as "different," so I knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of the unrestrained exercize of "free speech."   I leanred quickly that not every thought articulated by the brain deserves to be pronounced by the mouth, or published by the pen (or the laptop, or whatever).  We students placed the peacefulness of our high school campus above the need to enjoy our first amendment rights. That is why I made my original comment.  While I respect your right to post whatever poems you wish, I also think that PostPoems is a community and not just a posting site, and for the sake of the community, not everything that wants to be said needs to be said. And if this comment is too long, too verbose, or causes you offense in any way, please feel free to delete it.  I consider the ability to comment as a privilege, not a right, and you have the final decision as to what comments remain attached to your poems.  

Watch me read it: You can now watch/hear me read this one on YouTube at:  https://youtube.com/shorts/18zuGBtGboU

What was the paper about?: What was the paper about?

too man of us forget about: too man of us forget about the children but they can be a wonder.

The great Poet, J. V.: The great Poet, J. V. Cunningham, once described having to sneak up on a poem as if it were a watch dog to whom you offer a juicy steak as a bribe.  Perhaps you should consider an opposite strategy:  let the Cosmos sneak up on you and deliver a poem to your doorstep when the time is right.  But keep looking for it; your enthusiastic patience will make the process go faster.

I hope I am not trespassing: I hope I am not trespassing by offering this comment.  Now seems to be a time of new beginnings; or, a continuation of your original writing, but in a different venue, with a different emphasis.  The whole Cosmos is open before you, and you need only select a subject.  The words may not flow at once because the well (to borrow a metaphor from Mark Twain) may need priming, but it will eventually begin to fill, and then you will be able to draw from it.  I am reminded of a young lady, nineteen years old, who was vacationing with four friends in Geneva, Switzerland.  They had been reading ghost stories for entertainment (no such thing as television back then), and decided to have a ghost story contest, who could write the scariest.  Everyone but the nineteen year old girl started rapidly; she experienced a most frustrating writers block.  Finally, on either the night of, or the night before June 16th, 1816, she had a nightmare that kept her awake the rest of the night and gave her the idea for a short story.  At her boyfriend's urging, she expanded it to a novel, which was published in 1818.  Her name was Mary Shelley, and that first novel of hers, Frankenstein, has never been out of print.