Notre Dame Poem by William Kofoed

Long ago at Notre Dame

In the concert sang I

And afterward something new

The first time I met fans

Walking out of the hall

Many people saw I

And for reasons I don't understand

They all wanted me

To tell me how

They all like the show

Loved the songs I'd sung

They all wanted me to touch

I didn't know what to do

Years have passed from that day

As still indeed I say

I do not know what to do

When ever I meet a fan