| Those Who Write Those of us who write the words Expressed in verse and prose Send them out for other eyes to see Hoping they will understand And thus appreciate The inner thoughts and feelings we set free It is not for great rewards That most of us won’t earn But mainly to fulfill the need to share All the joy and sadness felt On any given day Every thought and dream and need and care If perhaps you’ve seen our words If they meet your eyes Send a line to simply tell us so If the reader does not choose To render a reply How else can the writer ever know? Make our road a two-way street Let us know you’re there Creations in a vacuum do not thrive It is not so much for praise As for the need to give That keeps the writer’s written dreams alive |
| Not An Island I wish I were an island Content to drift alone Needing no support, but from the sea Then efforts made by my hand; All that I have done Would bring me joy when seen by only me But I am born of earth-dust Connected on all sides Aching to share everything I do And oft’ I feel it’s unjust That happiness abides Only when I’m touching others too While something makes me certain That others seem to be Quite content with their place on this earth I feel there is this curtain Between the world and me When I need others most to feel my worth With very little feedback For all the best I give I start to lose all faith in what is me The independence I lack Makes it hard to live For I am not an island in the sea |