How will my works play
To generations of future days
When they view them in their time
What words will they choose to say
Will they appreciate, yea, or nay
'Tis for them to say
I can only only lay it out there
My thoughts, my heart, my soul
I have presented them, bared
No protection from critique
No armor to ward off or defend
For then I am unable to amend
I cannot explain,if they are not
In position to comprehend
I wish no one out there
In the then, to offend
My words should not perplex
Amusement, relaxation
The intention of my works
May my insight please thee
You that now judge me
Regis
Ron
well done poetry Jon...
John
Janice
Anyway,, I enjoy your thoughts from your heart and soul,,:)
Christine
to be a high and mighty judge.
Usually, they can't even manage their own lives.
But, critique is good..
Thanks for sharing Jon
Ron