I don’t know who you are who agree with me.
I don’t try very hard, you see.
Poetry comes easily to me.
In real life I almost do not act.
That’s a fact.
Still, its nice to know some are of one mind with me, one mind.
The truth is hard to find.
But yet easy, everyday.
It never goes away.
Some of you are damaged goods and some are not.
Whoever you are, thanks a lot.
The last line of a poem is often hardest to write, the last line.
The truth is yours and mine.
Don’t try to write a poem, let it come.
8th November, 2018