How many tens of thousands pass
Each week, within this looking-glass?
That I may get a "35"
And know my words are still alive

Though they are but my transient kin
I cherish each, but listen in...
This is not me, it's down to you
To speak that which you know is true

I had no mentor, no Sensei
And so I'm just another guy
Who vents his passion and his heart
A simple man, who made a start

Of something more than reading in
To making 'voice' from anything
This forum has a simple system
Of submission, they will listen

Just four lines, your uni-verse
Is all that could be asked at first
You need to grow, you need to sow
And reap the crops, before you know
That passion is an inner-thing
Expression is the inner's sing
Today you read me and take pause
Tomorrow, write your own because.


  
What about you