a letter to Passions ...
think to your glorious aged end days
ink wells won't wear forever's fleet fashions
seize this chance while you have it to amaze
spill your soul's voice to listening Passions
the world has no use for your so many words
their ears only hear $hining $ilvery coins
to scream at the soulless aplenty only blurs
a whisper at Passions, mends and rejoins
an empty pit awaits any not willing
to write and feed upon poetic rations
to this place, take and fill your filling
giving a day's gift be a letter to Passions
My calling before me, let quill be my offering;
For to be called poet, no greater gift to receive.