If by a poem I may ease
another's plight in life;
If by a few consoling words,
I could ease the strife
of someone on this sea of life
whose lost their direction,
Then all the efforts of my poem
could not find more perfection.
A poem might touch the spirit of
a poor tormented soul
And sort out that one circumstance
that took such human toll
Then, help them see that life is neither
good nor bad per say.
Yes, that would be a worthy goal
for my poem today.
Ideals should be lofty spires
that reach beyond our grip
And I, no less then other men,
have sailed a torrid ship
But, in these latter days of life
I've hoped to recognize,
The truth and loveliness of life
and discard all the lies.
