Pages Of A Woman's Soul

THE MAN WITH A GIFT

How tender the heart
that measures life
moment by moment,
relishing the good
and the kind.

How tortured this soul
who follows his dreams
come what may;
who carries his hopes
on his sleeve.

Leave him
to his ideals;
let him seek
his truth
and his
bliss.

Without such as he
t'would be no poetry.

(For Joseph P...)

K.Tate Jacoby
copyright March 2, 2008