Here I Muse, Here I Live
Why should I
Worry about, if
My quill dabbles
In musing
When only
The aging brain speaks?
Why should I
Slave ole self whining
Or give a fig
For what others say?
Ahh, let them
Spill what they may!
I
Only be
In silent gaze,
‘Cos...
Here I muse,
Here I live, bravely!
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007
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