Saturday, November 10, 2007

This Transient Thought

We are all born smiling,

you said. But images

of toothless men-

babies, did not ring true

for me. Because I remember

the tears from the struggle

against freedom, and the

certain pain that would    

surely follow.

Yet I am now overwhelmed

to give it voice.


Then why do it?

you ask. To hide

the truth my friend.

Who would think to

search these ramblings

for real meaning, but

find anything other

than a good idea,

on a cold winters night….


written by a man

of few words, with an

awful lot to say.