There is great truth in the saying that great minds think alike.
And it's seen in your lovely poems which is much to my delight.
Your eyes can clearly perceive what others find hard to see,
There is poetry in the air and everywhere even in a stringy hair,
But it has to be in rhythm and rhyme then everyone can share.
This I'd been trying to do in spite of many obstacles in the way,
My heart was filled with desire but my thoughts they always stray.
When I went to bed last night I dreamed I was a worm,
Beneath the ground in fertile soil happily I did roam.
In a world where there was no caste, class or creed,
Devoid of wicked deeds or sinister thoughts to breed.
In the prime of his life yet with just a wasted frame
Clad in tattered clothing but he was long immune to shame
Unruffled he would sit while passing pedestrians stared
Munching on a stale loaf, which another tramp had shared
Ahoy there me hearties, a treasure site I've found
Smartly! weigh anchors, we sail when the tide swings round
From the Greenwich Meridian, he set forth on his hunt