Oct 2010
My friends think of me as being good,
Good?!....To myself which I am not.
Ha! to him I am but a lunatic.
Oh! how I wish I were good.
Good?!....To myself which I am not.
Ha! to him I am but a lunatic.
Oh! how I wish I were good.
From unpublished book "The Seeds Of Life" - compiled in 1996.
A very early piece, perhaps one of the first poems I ever wrote.
A very early piece, perhaps one of the first poems I ever wrote.
