My Confounding Muse Poem by David McLansky
My Confounding Muse
When Art bid me to muse in verse
And thrust me toward fame
It did require confounding curse -
To live without a name;
So in drawing breath
To breathe my art
In thought-filled words of grace,
My work like orphans conceived in shame -
Its parentage disgraced.
Friday, January 11, 2013
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5/3/2024 5:29:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
So true but you have to let your children make their own way in the world.........................................: O)