A swan was born
down by the riverside...
Storm brewed
bitterness bites...
Fields of dew speckled greenery lay ahead;
soft, flowing, sweet smelling beds of grass...
What's gone wrong with me???
I am not able to write a single thing...
Shot down like a ball of flame
My mighty wings singed in pain...
The man with a sign on the corner of the street
He wouldnt be out there begging if he had enough...
The years roll pass
never to stop...
The leaves have changed their
shape now, like all things...
Yield the stage for `a capella;
my friends all warm my dressing room...
Growing up;
your best friend becomes your worst enemy...
An acrostic that spells out "Happy New...
Harken as the snowflakes fall...
Tiny fingers, tiny toes...
little itty-bitty clothes...