To write, and do it well, is my intent –
in idioms of verse and prose and play;
Success or failure will be evident
In how my critics judge the things I say.
I do not hope to be of world reknown,
I’d rather be a big fish in this pond
And let the words reflect thoughts all my own
than have them echo someone else’s song.
The muses, let them find me as they may –
I court them with an honest, caring soul;
For false pretense will only bring dismay,
And lend me in disguise some leading role.
I write, and sing, and dance on my own stage –
for my heart cannot see life as a cage.
25 NOV 2002
