Can’t Remember Shit…

People do write quite special reviews,

They tell me more and more I do write of something new,

I do recall the poem itself,

But damned if I can remember what the hell I wrote…

Am I different from the norm?

Wouldn’t be anything new if I were,

Done this since I did live in a dorm,

My writing is just me, my own unique(?) form…

Philosophy and humor my writing is made of,

Nature being my starting point, though sometimes I do scoff,

I do write of myself, the only place to start,

I have at times put the horse where it did belong,

In front of the proverbial cart while singing a song,

So many subjects written about,

So many pieces of dribble about my self-doubt,

I have written of many other things too, a lot of the fart…

But through it all one aim I did have,

To bring to you a little piece of me while providing a laugh,

So now that my ability has been extended,

I will try to bring to you more poetry most unlamented,

For to see you laugh is my only reward,

To have you cry, unless it is your choice,

Would be something I would have unintended…

                © ed ~ 12/31/04