The Poet

Observer of the world around him
He came to a place where he could not stand
To keep the words bubbling up inside him
From reaching out through his fathers pen
And so he began to write........

At first he was afraid to share the pages
That seemed to be spilling out from him
and so he kept them in a shoebox
Safely tucked beneath his bed

The day came when this man married
And his wife looked beneath the bed
She found a box that he'd been hiding
These were the first words that she read.......

"My mind has become an endless ocean
Of words that wash up on my shores
Each and every day I'm writing, Wait!"
There was a knock at his front door......

And as he met the girl he'd marry
His mind calmed down, his heart enchanted
His words, he slid beneath the bed
He knew one day his wish would be granted
She knew it was today

She took some words and gave them to a friend
And urgently, that very same day
There was a knock at their front door
The friend had brought a printing press
And I think you know the rest.............

Tony Taylor (Chicago)