Forever Wondering Why

A captive of his genius

And prisoner of his insight

The Jester played New York

Like a fiddler on the run

The truth always just a step

Ahead or behind his perception

The music caught in between

Like an opera singer’s pause for breath

‘The Times Were A Changing’

 —and he was left forever wondering why

 

(Dallas Texas: June, 2018)

 

 

 

 

 

 

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