You must cultivate me
As you would a field -
To plow
To nurture
To earn by the sweat of your brow -
For I am here,
Potential for you.
If you could
But recognize -
For I am yours
To do the same for you.
Time is of the essence
For there's little left
For you
And less for me.
To hell with convention
The bone of most desire
If not intention.
Let's call it a shot
And go for Camelot!
Written by Addie W. Williams
March 1982
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