just mine

Written by: Lou Schreiberg

heads or tails
which is mine,
the toss of coin
a somewhat sign
it seems that world 
is divided up
with what Is base
and what divine,
what be ours 
and what be theirs,
the lack of feeling 
or most of care,
a selfish bent 
of song to spare,
of all the treasures 
so precious mine,
i covet deeply
my love of rhyme,
it’s here I bare 
my deepest thoughts,
unsaid to some, 
to others sought,
but, just mine