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The Tune of the Wordsmith Christopher W. Thomas (tristram@erols.com) dnb-as1s44.erols.com Wed, April 23, 1997 at 8:3AM |
So many writing ideas come and go
It is tough to keep them in tow
Good feelings abound, so we share
Then something else makes us dare
To bend a little, upon our soapbox
And toss yet something else on top
Of a fire which blazes upon embers
And then we realize, and remember
There are many who read our tunes
Then do borrow and play back soon
Parts which have struck them odd
Such as soles which are then shod
And as I heal with thoughts of ire
I know it is just, - for the fire
I stoked with simple preachings
Was at odds, with wry teachings
Sometimes, these things'll happen
As there's much still poised on pen
And as the mood creates a leaching
Of thoughts which are still seeping
I know there will be things at odds
With clever tunes which then do prod
Some minds with their altruism
And, at times - this is my rhythm
But, all in all - there is melody
Which sings gleefully with free
Abandon, as I continue to burn
My logs on kindling which turns
From short refrains which smoulder
To larger scopes, as I get older
And as maturity comes in odes
The reality is - they're owed.
- Tristram