I said no to the man

and made my own bed


I cut my own trail

with eyes straight ahead


In debt to myself

but thankful to all


My words freely spoken,

their verdict my call


I beat my own rhythm

on multiple drums


I structured the lyrics

to sing and to hum


The nighttime began

what the morning forgave


A living refusal,

my back to the grave


The years have renewed,

all memories collide


The young and the old,

the truth and the lies


A comet yet burning,

new verse in the sky


One word still an orphan,

and homeless



(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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