I have oft desired to be the one to write the finest lines
To be the most handsome toward whom all ladies turn
To paint the finest paintings or invent the best designs
But I am me unfortunately, it was a lesson hard to learn....
No king or queen has called on me to visit them at court
I have never run the race to gain the presidential seal
But I have learned to enjoy being me, the ordinary sort
And one is only as happy or sad as they decide to feel....
Aspirations fell far behind my wish to sit beside a creek
For only fleeting moments did I have visions of grandeur
It quickly became quietude that I would most often seek
Sitting beneath a shade tree became my cause de jour....
I tend toward grandiloquence instead of simpler words
Words are my most cherished avocation, always so
I know people think 'this guy's writing is for the birds'
But write I must and write I will until time for me to go....
As the storage facility empties out, as the internal engine slows
I'll send out fewer rhymes and their quality will lessen
These are things about me I thought you had a right to know
But, maybe not, in the final analysis it's all just window dressing...
DEC 10 2008..written with someone in mind who often visits my arcane world...
