I'm not an intellectual
I give no brilliant lectures

I write no definitive works
Make no Copernican conjectures

Once I was a teacher
Tried to do my best

Never could quite reach her
Now I'm Qualyxian Quest

Spend much time alone
Relive my memories

Make calls on my cell phone
Watch the rains upon the trees

I'll read a few more books
Tolkien, Moby ****

I love that my Q cooks
I like that Steves named Rick

I'll die without real finding
It's the nature of life, I guess

I do know ties of binding
I hope memory might bless

                  I confess.