I am your muse ah yes ah such a man, <br />I sigh because, my love, you know I can... <br />For if I die with musehood to my name, <br />I shall be pleased but that is not the same <br />As doing what my father tall and stern <br />Admonished me beyond his grave to burn <br />Into the hard drive of my bones and brain; <br />I must not have this gift to waste in vain. <br />Oh for a will that stronger than my own <br />Will force my harvest once the seeds are sown. <br /> <br />My words were children once, who now have flown; <br />Words once again are children but unborn, <br />The poem where I wrote this still unknown, <br />Your verses flourish, mine are still forlorn. <br /> <br />1.3.05<br /><br />Linda Hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/adjustment-acceptance/
