Half a century

by michael   Nov 28, 2007


After all these poems, I hope a listening ear will hear.
I hope all will understand my rhyme though not that fine.
If art was a crime, my counts will be forty nine.
So I write without jealousy, greedy and fear.

I tried to relieve my burden by giving other the burden.
The burden of reading my uncelebrated life.
Very soon when I have her, I will write of my wife,
By that time I hope I will not have a burden.

I share my life with strangers.
My life is celebrated by unknown people.
Hope this life of mine will not theirs cripple.
I will write even among war mongers.

Art is the cure
As music which feed love.
Art is a power from above,
Which lure.

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