Wednesday, March 11, 2015

My Creed

be my guest,
read Edgar Guest.
when plight is sailed to me,
I'm shifted to write poetry.
when fame nudges my elbow,
i believe, not much can be kept in that glow.
to have fewer secrets within,
I often criticize my past sin.
To see what my foes see,
I read what has provided for their victory.
to discover undaunted fearless spot,
I hang my stick with my own fishing rod.
I am the only one knowing what I need,
I'm serious about my personal philosophy and creed.