I Have Been Many Things

I have been many things

A success a failure

Rash thoughtful



Worried confident

Well that’s enough

You understand.


Tonight alone

At 62

In a farmhouse

On a dirt road in the woods

I can feel my dream moving

Closer as I’f it might

Drop in to greet me.


I think writing is the

Melody created by a souls first

Touch of earth.

That its birth song

Celestial , eternal

Was instantly changed

To beauty that could

Only be retained

By twisting the hearts

Of poets

Into those lines

The ones that stretch

Across human hearts

Back into eternity.


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