| Association Humankind identifies with cares inside the heart That which we are fondest of sets each of us apart Parenthood, technology, science, industry Care of others, medicine, art, creativity We are what we love the most, what we do best of all Engaging in our heart-won skills makes each of us stand tall How sad the soul who must put cares and skills upon a shelf Who cannot live life day to day being one’s true self Unfulfilled and out of place within the scheme of things It is a broken heart that beats when fate has clipped its wings Never throw the dream away, even when you fail Even when the odds are small, your will must still prevail Some of us have help from others; some are on our own Yet fate lies, ultimately, in our hands alone Dreams come true or we keep dreaming, this won’t be denied As we associate ourselves with who we are inside. |
| Poetic Art I draw with letters; I paint with words And a portrait begins to unfold Emotions make up the colors I use From sad grays to happy, bright gold Sometimes my thoughts are watercolor Wispy, melancholy Sometimes they splash upon the page To laugh when I feel jolly Sometimes the shadows form my words When I am filled with dread The words and lines, like forms and shapes Describe what’s in my head My palette is my heart and soul My canvas is my page My writing is the art I live My gallery, life’s stage. |