If I did of my poetry count,

Off the walls I would likely bounce,

When first here I came, I kept track,

Now with even more time, I still of time lack…

Four short lines,

Seem best for my rhymes,

Not worth more than a few dimes,

They’ve mostly kept me feeling okay though in hard times…

As well those who of them read,

They implant in me the writing seed,

So into the valley of dead poets I lead,

I hope for you as it does for me of my brain, feed…

© ed ? 5/18/09