We stumble by our billions through this stammering
Stupefied by stupid sages into sadness
Leaving us left only yawning to yammering
No wonder the timid are tempted to madness
A paint horse run free from the carousel awhile
I feel no longer timid but crazily brave
And other carousel horses alongside smile
As I tempt and attempt to escape from this grave
I know nothing prevents me except perhaps fear
Pursuing my pursuit of immortality
I have written in my blood I must remain here
By simply defying a form of gravity
Hardly more feared thus more easily transcended
Escaping gravity in graying gravitas
My stammering and yammering days have ended
Going down without up is not what it once was
Before I knew better I went down for meaning
So far so long the wheel has turned me up again
If only here to the humble work of gleaning
The meaning of this pain for those who must remain
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
God bless,
Lew