Post Number: 4
Posted From: 188.8.131.52
|Posted on Friday, January 08, 2010 - 07:31 pm: ||
...All I could think of
to give him in return
was a book of my poems - a pointless gift.
But taking it he smiled and said,
"I've been doing some writing too
to get ahead in life!"
And he pulled out from a suitcase old
as the crazy seas he sailed -
something he handed with great respect -
a battered old notebook where he'd written
in big sacred lines
the first few letters
of the alphabet.