My Words Remain

In the company of Poets,

I make my bed

In the company of Poets,

I rest my head

In the company of Poets,

my dreams congeal

In the company of Poets,

my heart revealed

In the company of Poets,

my thoughts are brave

In the company of Poets,

all time a slave

In the company of Poets,

my wishes fly

In the company of Poets,

my hopes ally

In the company of Poets,

the road is cleared

In the company of Poets,

my past endeared

In the company of Poets,

one wish sustains

In the company of Poets

—my words remain

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: February, 2020)