How does one know if they know how
How does one to the world bow
How does one read in Chinese the Tao
How does one get milk from a cow
Is there an answer to the world’s ills
Need I use question marks or just take my pills
Life stopped in pictures can be called stills
Writing is no longer done after dipping in ink quills
I know not what I speak of here
I do so for the most part out of fear
Fear I may end up writing like Lear
Fear the end of my life may be quite near L
What do I say to quell my anxieties
My beliefs are nowhere near pieties
I write for the masses in societies
I try not to show often those of my own improprieties
The spice of life I have found and been told
Comes in many forms, such is life’s varieties J
Love Tinka J