Worthy

A Vagabond's Song

I was baptized by New York City sleet and tempered in New England snow.

I walked among the ancient rocks and pondered nature's hieroglyphs.

I watched the silver snake ford the brook.

I fought. My spear was inscribed with sacred runes.

I gather knowledge from books and birds and children at play.

I respect the mystic myths.

I know when there's love and when there isn't.

I can hear the echoes of my struggling ancestors.

Those who saw me sit and stare and said I was a worthless dreamer are gone.

I survived the silent sirens.

Now I sit and stare and while I sit I think, I imagine, I write, I design, I survive because I can.

There is inexpressible music in my head, poetry in my heart and a sense of humor in my pocket.

I am a child of the universe. ,

I am not worthless.

DB
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