I speak for healing and for feeling, I am not the point.
To quote another person, the times are out of joint.
Seeking personal fame is not my game.
Though sad, I am glad I came.
Do I wish my work was better known?
Yes, although I seek no throne.
Egotism and self interest are a curse.
Things go from bad to worse.
If someone else said what I say would I go away?
Would I say nothing except that is good?
I hope I would
May I be so self-effacing as to be almost not there?
I cannot pretend I do not enjoy enjoyment, music, humour, fun.
Has the show begun?
I wish to join in, let the show begin.
I am no hermit though largely unknown.
Except to a self-selected few and sometimes on the phone.
I would like my words to ring around the Earth.
Spreading joy and mirth.
For all I’m worth.
Which is approximately nothing more or less.
Anyway, God bless.
I want nothing to be famous except the truth and what is true.
For me and you.
I am a crazy mixed up old man.
May I fulfil God’s plan.
This may mean nothing to you.
Once I had no clue.
I live in hope.
Call me a dope.
The never ending poem finally ends.
To use an old word, may I make amends.
I reserve the right to make a joke but that’s just me.
God gave me my personality.
I have given up pretending.
Love is never ending.
9th June, 2017