Sitting in Michael's Lap
Oh Kevin, welcome to our hallowed halls,
Take up your poet's pen, and come inside;
You'll find much fellowship within these walls,
A home where wayward poets might abide.
We thank you for your offering of verse
So freely given, elegant and fair;
So, call it poet's gift or poet's curse,
'Tis nonetheless a boon without compare!
We've much to give; advice, and teachings too --
And so much more in just camraderie --
And so, my friend, we'd like to welcome you,
Inviting you to join our family!
So, thank you for the verse that you have wrought --
'Tis poetry! (though sonnet, it is not!)
LOL ... just a little joke, don't know what came over me! Welcome to the fold, Kevin!
You cannot choose the way of your death, but the path you choose will determine its own end.