Through My Eyes

it’s not just the cadence 
lyrics formed in proper tense 
minced then spliced,  poured into verse 
this life that’s a dress rehearsal 

it’s not about who reads or not 
your money’s worth is what you’ve got 
what did you expect for free 
it’s not about what you believe 

it’s not about haiku or rhyme 
I’m still editing all the time 
wondering if I’ve any left 
your comments say I am adept 

it’s not about the  days of storms 
the cold nights I couldn’t get warm 
it’s about what I believe 
through my eyes—the way I see it
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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