By birth or by thought or by bitten experience
my mind is my own- I wander apart
from that happy herd of settled lives
this person a puzzle a poet a stranger
I have wished I were a simpler soul-
free from these dilemnas of thought
the challenges that perplex me-
my limitations of will
yet strangely with these confines
i may be more free to find my way
yet nevertheless for me it is my place
- to salvage beauty from the gloom
to be great sayer of Joyous YES
in thankful awe to reckon the Springs and Summers
through saddish veils of time to smile
to shout to the world with a grateful song.
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