It’s my life’s work, To sit and sculpt the images of her form, To shape with phrases praises of my muse To sing her songs and tell her stories, To sketch her form in words that sum The jigsaw of her mysterious whole. And with deft fingers strum cupid’s harp And pull at heart stringsContinue reading “The Minstrel’s Lot”
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Through the Haze
Seven decades into this thing called life I am just beginning to see through the haze.