Authors and Titles

Waltzing through the words like Whitman

Sometimes I fire a volley of words like a Tennyson.

My words come blazing like the Guns of Navarone.

There is Rumi for more, I am an also-ran, unlike Khalil Gibran.

  

Life also feels like the best or worst of times.

I hem my ways like the old man and the sea.

At times like the Grapes of Wrath

Wish the night is without end.

 

I see some soar where the eagles don’t dare

I am no Charlie and my life is not a chocolate factory.

My life is not a midsummer night's dream

Full of ferment-like sour cream.