Not very many,
but there are poets a plenty.
Poets care about their own word,
even when it flies away like bird.
Very few really care about others,
must less the word of our poet sisters and brothers.

At times poets fall to deaf ear,
but to the poet his meanings are clear.
My whole family knows I write,
but none of the fools visit my site.
Yet I write on expressing,
at times deep soul confessing.

I guess we shouldn't judge
the world by our family dears,
or other associates and friend peers.
This is just my world of poetic adventure,
hope other poets experience a better venture.
It would be nice to see,
a review from members of the family.

Most of my life I've been alone,
so I'm use to others being gone.
My word will never leave,
it is what my heart and soul percieve.
In my word I live,
I have hardly anything else to give.

Sobeit.

G