I'm that old guy that you see

Quietly waiting in line

Speaking with no one

Watching everyone, slyly.

Always carrying a book to read,

Pen in hand, poem on my heart.

Waiting for the moment when the muse

Will strike, and the verse will start.

12/27/2006

Author's Note: I had always thought my muse would be a woman, instead, I have found that my muse is poetry. "Ay, there's the rub."

Posted on 12/28/2006
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