I wanted to write a verse
That would touch so many a heart.
Bringing joy and mirth,
I don't know where to start,

Or even how to begin.
I wanted to write a line or two.
Would the words make me win?
What else is now left to do?

I penned a poem, a thought
Not touching a soul
My mind always blank, fraught.
Never again so bold.

02/23/1980

Posted on 03/20/2006
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