I always seem to live on the edge of a poem <br />It doesn't seem to matter where I roam <br />Or time of day or money or its lack <br />Frost, Dickinson, Shakespeare, Donne - <br />Their words echo in my mind, I find them fun. <br />Unlike them I have no great words to give <br />Especially with a mind that's more and more a sieve <br />Yet while I breathe I always seem to live <br />On the edge of a poem.<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-edge-of-a-poem/
