i thought unwavering that what i had
was little more than thought to give - i
often despise to give - i wonder why
teach
then there are moments - when all i
have is thought to give and i want so
much to share - after eighteen years
i find it hard to do so - i think often
i may loose the west wind for i share
so little - a few puns, a few laughs
my self
i want to try but it is so hard to speak
