Friday, April 29, 2005
I made a fortune
The many epigones I’ve inspired
are just annoying derivatives
outgrowths of my misplaced urge to help.
So maybe I’m not the guy I thought I was
but I am still the original.
No need to look back.
I’m my strongest asset
my vigor has been in rest too long.
The joy I’ll get once there
When I do it on my own.
So many things to enjoy
scent of a rose in my nose
virtual sunshine unburdens my mind.
Fortune comes in various currencies
one of them sincere friends and family.