No Mentor No Patron To Prepare A Path Poem by Terence George Craddock

there was no decades time to write poems
no mentor no patron to show a way prepare a path...
unguided I gifted you six thousand plus poems

but these were only a few bread crumbs
to what I could have time written back in...
in the eighties I wrote the prophetic lines

read marvel at the dross
while too few mourn a greater loss...
behold storm wind listens

I would have Sibyl gifted you loaves
of fresh baked wisdom but all you would...
receive was a few stale bread crumbs


Copyright © Terence George Craddock