Creating Context

No one will sing my song

Others create

Borrow or steal

But my voice sings my life story

It must be from my own lips


Creating context for understanding this mess

Owning these words whether they be of beauty

Or of restlessness

It is my mission to create my story

No other hands have created

This life of simple strands

Woven around complex webs

Of inner circle steps

So no one will push my pen

My life’s commitment to the end

To be committed and honest

So I can be fully created

Life, lived, created lines

Easy or frustrated



I am trying to understand some of the things that seem to change as you grow older. I am not sure why I take interest in these things of vanity – but I do – good or bad. I don’t want to give away too much – enjoy!

Why spend so much time thinking about your hairline

all in all things are just fine

sing and write a poem from time to time

does this symbolize youth and health

or simple vanity

for all eyes to see

what will happen in the days to come

there is no reason for that

I am not sure if it is a reason to just look back

a connector to my past

but I start in the glass and wonder

what is the reason for it

my worry

my concern

in days and years I will learn more

about the world

and myself