Ode to a Poet

M. Fennell

6/12/95

Just who is this perplexing poet
A confusing soul indeed
A cowboy, a bard
A beatnik, a bum
A man with many needs

Creating beauty
Where there was none
Nudging eternal enemies
Into a harmonious one
Finding a precious pearl each morning sun

Fighting for justice
Yet not for himself
Shunned then praised
Like a drug on the shelf
Crazed yet sane like no one else

Stoically strong, woefully weak
Observing objectively, daring to speak
He travels, he queries, he silently seeks
the knowledge, the love

the answers

the peace

This passionate poet can’t change his ways
He cares not for money, nor public praise
He just wants to spread love in all of his days
caring and laughing through life and a phrase