The Gift

   What is it about this play?

I aim for the stars, and

Try to forget these scars.

I shoot without despair, and

Remember why I care.

Intriguing at times,

Cumbersome at times.

Still without those wings I fly.

As inspirations come and go,

My love can only grow.

Mind and heart a simple grapple.

Vanquish that which is not serene.

Distinguish good from evil, and

Recognize what is pure and clean.

Give not into greed, but all that

Makes me free.

For happiness is what I seek,

To keep me from being weak.

Life.

Copyright ©2002 Douglas R. Sinclair. All rights reserved.