A world does exist for me

Filled with sun and tea

Which I enjoy quite freely

Day-in and day-out cheerily



For me there is no real fear

Except of sadness and tears

Caused by souls without cheer

Who post mean words with spears



Aimed at the heart of another

They don't know who's under cover

Of a blanket of good clean ideas

Which fill the screen with clear



Thoughts, humor, and suggestions

Which ponder things and question

The validity of life's problems

And offer solutions to solve 'em



A reality which comes from art

Of which reading you become part

So if you have a good response

Then make your reality - at once.



- Tristram