The reason for the many poems
is easy to be seen,
the hardship, hurt, and pain involved
the times have been so lean;
An outlet for the cluttered mind
wings beating to be free,
each poem is born with pain and love
a "child" that comes from me;
Some flow as easily as a brook
that gently strokes the bank,
but others take a genuine birth,
and need a lusty yank;
So, barren I may be in body
no living babe to leave behind,
yet, many of my loins will live forever,
you can't kill "children of the mind".