Have nothing to do now… Alone
Have this sheet of paper I won
Have a pen an’ trembling fingers shown
Have a small heart …. Have hope High
Have feet kicking ground ready fly
Have skin touching sounds hardly heard
Have ghosts of fate I seldom feared!
Have nose, bones, a rose ever smell…
Fly with birds of nature; feel well,
For other times ring bees my bell;
A sign of morning breaking-tell,
Hence soft music of butterflies share…
Methinks I dream; even would be rare!!
Say I woke up… never would a sound hear,
Hence all’s false; for you’re not near!!!