PANHANDLING TO POETS
I pass around my hat and wonder
do you “like”
it? Or
do you not know it like they say
in the classic books by enid blyton
when I was child-like in sense of burden
and youthful in sense of tiredness for
adventure.
Would you go to the sainthood
or would you gain from
getting knighted for your
deeds of self-witting knowns?
It is twixt self-conscious awakening and deep
sleep that we do it
for they are not around to see me
and that makes me frugal of talentless respository.
Your
Bruce
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 