All the same are we under our skin,

We live, we write, we have watched Rin-Tin-Tin,

Well some of us maybe a bit younger,

We are afterall is said and done, just of each other, kin…

 

We laugh, we love, we partake and give back,

Our love for the write does not lack,

No such thing is there as keeping on track,

We all for poetry seem to have a definite knack…

 

How many lives have we existed,

How many times have we of others talents enlisted,

Each of us as well have through life persisted,

Some like me, do at times, write quite absolutely twisted…

© ed ~ 6/25/06