I'll write a short poem,
more often than not...

Dark I suffer in sorrow still
from deaths too soon departed love...

He never sickens from the fall
the gambler with his gum-ball pride...

I drew a perfect circle
on my Etch-a-Sketch today...

A letter arrived in the mail today
that was addressed quite simply to you...

If I had the chance
to give to you...

As day's first light
slips asunder this room...