The house was still, bereft of voices A languid and insomniac night it was None saw a muted heart bleed And wandered back in time and again. Mine was the burden to bear and endure Hearing my own suppressed

I never thought that I could give A part of me that I should live In a memory but when I am gone I'll be glad for things I have done Ay me, Erebus taps at my door! I pray to spare my soul 'tis poor Take

I was once a little imp that roamed the street And thought I was a giant a at three feet Only I was small and shy as a fly that I recall A teeny-weeny with nothing of fancy to show at all I was forbidden

( A Triolet) How little we care for salt is cheap But what if it is not there a heap No doubt life savors dull we reap How little we care for salt is cheap Its Flavor is the price for its need Lest the

There is a hole in my shoe and sticking out is my toe. I ponder but I never grieved my badly torn shirt sleeve. I do not have riches nor lands but my strong honest hands, so an equitable man can live with

There is a hole in my shoe and sticking out is my toe. I ponder but I never grieved my badly torn shirt sleeve. I do not have riches nor lands but my strong honest hands, so an equitable man can live with

What so obsessed a man to hold If in wanton desire its sins manifold Heart and soul can twice be sold In that direful love and lust for gold So many are blinded by its glitter And its curse a thousand

Must the sun rise at break of day Spill here and there an errant ray? How the wind blows high and low And make adamant clouds to bow? How long can a rain stop a lullaby When transient time is passing by?

Did I hear a sound a bird intone? A ditty in your laughter of monotone As the tempest of love swept me Off my feet and lost I seem to be. The wind whistling whims hasten Towards the Trees astir and listen

On some dark nights so late It was when sleep wouldn't come I'd spent some thoughts of my fate And to date of what I've become. It isn't my life by measure's fair Nor by treasure was it any better But

I am not sure how to get started on this act of writing memoirs for I was never one for putting words on paper. It eludes my mind and defied my scarce and nifty imagination how those writers did with finesse