Frail Paper Etched With Words

Whether poets, showmen or philosophers, Or mere cowboys who follow herds— They all want to leave behind a lasting mark— More than frail paper etched with words. But the cold, hard truth still lies in the doing And all but a blessed few will fail— But on we go like bison over the cliff— Hoping our wings sprout and we sail. And like restless sleepwalkers we do wander From one thing and then to the next— Till we find what it is that will then save us To put life in proper context. So on we scribble and strive for the right phrase— Catch meaning and life in birds— Put emotions and feelings we briefly hold On this frail paper etched with words.