The Words
The words, the words, the beautiful words
The prose, the muse, the feelings they stir
The plays, the songs… dreams that deferred
The place where the loving and losing occur
When Shakespeare and Pushkin and Fyodor speak
It reads like rebuttals to Platos critiques
It gives my mind, often weary and bleak
A moment in time to relax and retreat
And ponder the future that’s written by Dick
…filling my soul, with Leo and Fitz
Laughing with Toltz, I sit in suspense
While Enjoying a fright, at Edgars expense
The words, the words, the beautiful words
The metaphors, nouns, adjectives, verbs
The Dramas, the poems, the wildly absurd
The imagery dripping in every verse
Confucius that showed that a thinker can lead
Gives a man hope every time that he reads
Tolkien and Rowling sure cover a need
But Ernest and Dickens are more of my speed
If you see me with hardbacks and wondrous gaze
Whether bright with delight, or angry with rage
…Know I’m gaining new life every turn of the page
Eternally grateful that we have been graced
With…
The words, the words, the beautiful words
The prose, the muse, the feelings they stir
The plays, the songs… dreams that deferred
The place where the loving and losing occur