In the company of Poets,
I make my bed
In the company of Poets,
I rest my head
In the company of Poets,
my dreams congeal
In the company of Poets,
my heart revealed
In the company of Poets,
my thoughts are brave
In the company of Poets,
all time a slave
In the company of Poets,
my wishes fly
In the company of Poets,
my hopes ally
In the company of Poets,
the road is cleared
In the company of Poets,
my past endeared
In the company of Poets,
one wish sustains
In the company of Poets
—my words remain
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: February, 2020)