on the threshold of a dream
I say that there are things that I must tell before I die.
I dream of writing tender things to touch somebody's soul.
I try to make enlightenment and joy as my main goal.
I hope that when one thinks of me, he'll think "He did it well".
I'm just a simple balladeer with some small tales to tell.
For some reason, this reminds me of your poem about writing for the simple, ordinary man. *S* And there's no question of competency... you succeed so very well... and always find a tale worth telling. *S*
Beautiful work, my friend. *S*