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.
