"Reach Out and Touch Someone"
To those who gave birth in the past,
Thanks and remembrances are freely cast.
You blazed light trails through forests
Of poetry, story and prose in due chorus.
The architects of great literature
Are the corner stone of our current efforts pure.
The foundation laid in a careful way
Is lovingly built on and challenged every day.
I sing your praises, artists, if I may.
Painters, sculptors, word crafters and musicians
And all those who create and give
Bring special gifts to the lives we live.
A song, a book, a picture dear,
A photo or a hair raising movie that’s feared
Can kick our mood all the way to the curb
Or raise away our souls from deeply disturbed.
If I could somehow own that power
If I could control a person with art for an hour
What a sublime outcome of my labor,
A reaching out from me to my heart’s neighbor.
Still, with much to learn and more to say
I opine more to myself each day
Than I will ever have the nerve to share
Someday, perhaps, sometime, somewhere.
Till then, I once more humbly thank
The artists of the established rank
Of creativity and firsts of some, the
Courage to “Reach out and touch someone”.