my writing, reflections of thought
and and! and? reflection of mind
at times I cannot follow the thread
of thoughts or picture the frame of
mind of that time now gone, the
point of creation and the person
I was – then.
my writing, perhaps a history book
to be read by others, I should stay
away from me and the path I walk
until the final day when reckoning
and final tally is shown, I must look
back then; just to make sure I did
leave some marks, something
worthwhile, if only in mind; a
writer
