Every Third Moon The Sun Must Still Rise Poem by Reginald Goodridge

Though purely philosophical
I ponder and I explore me-ness
Why have I risen, why do I fall
After learning so much
can you believe this?
I've loved so many and flanked this wall.

I suppose it's my heart
my beating box of blood
The fire that feeds my flows
my many lovers who somehow 'get it'
I'm neither suave nor anybody's stud.
These secrets I keep, deep in my know(s) .

To be real and expressive
I see my flaws and over-stand
I need to fall ever so sweetly
my functions execute efficiently
if I am wrapped by a moonbeam, be her star-man
get tired, pause, switch, new moon greet me

the sun must still rise...