by Glen Martin Fitch
I learned
you've got to try
and yet not try.
It's getting out there.
If it's up to chance
You've got to snap out of
self-pity's trance and,
helping fate,
go roam where options lie.
While true to yourself,
striving for your prime,
let others spy,
at rest in work or jest,
you look and act and be you
at your best.
This will take effort,
practice, thought and time.
And next
it's chemistry,
that sudden thrill
by scent or tone or spark,
that makes you crave,
while sensing this is silly,
and yet grave,
and hope
another's dreams you can fulfill.
Hear,
many loves are lost
for lack of will,
'cause, lastly,
love comes only to the brave.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011