where would i be
without my poetry
what would i see
in my mind's eye
would my Life just pass me bye

without a timely phrase
would my Life just be a haze
another phase
i'd pass thru
never knowin'
what to say or to do
never showin'
my Life's been true
never growin'
with red's & green's & blue

without the thoughts
my poetry's soughts
would i know
my Life's wrought's
could i show
would i ever know
what my Life's brought's

without the words that come to my mind
could i ever find
a welcome rhyme
or would time
just pass me by
without a smile or a cry
would i just be livin' a lie
would i just live & then die

without my poetry
who would i be
what would i see
and would it really be
Me

would i know pain
could i gain
from a timely refrain
or would i just go insane
would misery
be all that i see
would misery be
all that i be

a child's smile
love for a while
Life's trial
walkin' that next mile
all of these
you see's
in my word's & my rhyme
in my thoughts sublime
just passin' time
in poetry
in the words that be
just written by me
i be who i be

i guess poetry
is me
and it let's me see
the leaves on a tree
the flowers that bloom
the gloom & doom
too
that's true

the happiness
the sad
the love's that i've had
it keeps me from goin' mad
rememberin' the good & the bad
in the poem's i've had

it's my ace
in the hole
it's my whole
that place i stole
there in my mind
and as i grow old
it grows so cold
yet it's been kind
to find
the words in my mind
that timely rhyme

my poetry
is me
without it
where would i be
what could i see
there in my mind's eye
just Life passin' bye

that indeed would make me cry
without my poetry
who would i be
would i just live & lie
then i'd be dead
wihtout ever bein' read
without ever havin' said
the words i rhyme
lost for all time
without bein' able to find
the poems that let me
be me
without my poetry