From an old Journal - Post 2

Past Entries:
To My "Wife"
Written to the one who played my "wife" in an all school musical.
-- The Music Man --

Ah, the sweet sound of her name,
Precious girl, the womanly one.
Reflection of the lewd Venus
I will admit. So grand, she does
Live with the beauty she has.

I'm, oh, so close, and yet so far.

Lilacs will be out purfumed.
Oh, sweet she is scented.
Venus will envy you now.
Envy green, yet envy sweet.

Your my very own Venus.
Oh, sweet one, I will not state
Uncouthly my adoration.

Circa 1981
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Reflections 18
January 16, 1982

Who am I?
What am I?
I am a boy-man.
That is a man who isn't
All that he can be.

Others say "He's a man."
But to me, "No not yet"
I have to learn.
I have to grow.
I am I.
I am incomplete.

I am ignorant - tho - intelligent.
I must grow and learn to live.
Else the future be uncertain.
I lay here "now."
But what shall I do "then"?
Shall I still be me?
Or shall I be more?

Shall I sit and reflect
Or shall I sit and forget?
What shall be my memories
When I next reflect?

I am I, that's plain to see.
I am I, what else can I be?
It seems so simple, yet hard to see
But what am I supposed to be?

My 18 years, all I account
Have been filled with
Joys and tears.
I am glad.
I had what I had

---I shall see
what can be-
Come of me.
DMW3