Old Style
Old Style
I am a mediocre writer
Going round and round
My lines imperfect sing
Determined to bring
The sky to the ground
The air to feel a lot lighter.
I am a mediocre writer
Talking to the stars
My lines not so deft tell
Stories of heaven, not hell
In the middle of worrying wars
That made the stage so somber.
I am a mediocre writer
Floating light and sound
Yet the lines do not catch
The eyes of the unmatched
A bard judged old, unfound
With wrong sense of humor.
I am a mediocre writer
Going round and round
I still whistle and whisper
About peace our true nature
My thoughts will heal, not hound
The hearts of my readers.