About Me

I awoke with a poem dancing through my mind.
I tried to grasp just what kind.

Not certain if it was happy or sad,
If I couldn't grab it I just might go mad.

Past thoughts I had forgotten that I knew.
Some I wish I had never been though.

Others would bring a smile so true.
They could never be the cause of my being blue.

I was about to get up and let out a scream.
When I realized it was all but a dream.

As I woke up, lying in my bed,
I now knew the poem in my head.

Both dark and light it would always be.
Because the poem, in fact, is me.

Randy Lee
12 November 2023