I am simple

Sometimes I like to write
In the middle of the night
And not worry whether
The rhythm is wrong or right.

Not everything I do
Can spring from fountains of genius,
From years of struggle and practice,
Not everything I say is beautiful or refined,
Or even kind.

I am a simple mind, a simple soul
Who yearns for goodness,
Who searches for greatness
But falls short, Time
after time,
 after time.


Nov. 4, 2011