I’ve written and I’ve read
from a chair to a bed,
keeping stories in my head
for those who have said,
I must discover what’s ahead;
I’ll need memories to spread
for that day when I am...
Gone.
I’ve listened to music night and day,
and gone to concerts far away,
morning, nighttime, matinee;
I’ve followed some along the way,
watching them sing and play,
until I finally hear them say
that they remember...
Me.
I’ve been lost and I’ve been found,
waiting to become renowned
for my poetry profound;
rhymes I give to those around
me, whom I hope to astound,
and maybe even dumbfound,
with each and every...
Word.
With my poetry book I took aim,
achieving some small acclaim,
drawing attention to my name;
though falling short of any fame,
I believe I overcame
any hesitation to explain
the poetic story of my...
Life.
However, I never did assume,
nor did I dare to presume,
that a special singer/songwriter, whom
I admired night and noon,
would put my book in his reading room!
I’m in Ellis Paul’s bathroom!
Don’t forget to wash your hands, and...
Thanks!!
Lora Frikken ~ 12-27-03
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