How then should I compile this feeble verse?
Perhaps by just reading, Love’s Labour’s Lost?
Is poetry a blessing or a curse?
Is anyone really counting the cost?!
There must be a reason or we are mad
As the word takes over the mind and soul;
My old friends on Madswirl are never sad
When poems in pieces become quite whole!
So let us be happy for each other
As we concentrate on our careful task –
In this world my sister and my brother
Stare at the universe lifting its mask.
Between us we are with the stars in space
As down to Earth we find our special place.