All hymns attributed <br />And poems dedicated <br />All words spoken <br />terms of endearment encashed! <br />All harmonies rhymes <br />No song remain unsung <br />No melody uncomposed <br />Yet every morning struggles <br />reveal something new to me <br />Still this freshness anonymously <br />Pass <br />into the staleness <br />of my age <br />where seemingly new <br />is all deja vu <br />soaring in you love <br />is momentary lapse of reason <br />But locked out in <br />Solitary confinement of in expression <br />I reflect <br />Shall I crave for insanity <br />For sanity is penance <br />Or shall I pray to forget you <br />Through why live at all? (what with remain) <br />But then I resolve <br />That I shall flow <br />As I’ve done before <br />Once a while touch your shore, <br />Yearn to live forever <br />To touch it once more <br /> <br />January 26,1999<br /><br />Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/corny-clich-s/
