He[Art] of The E[Art]h.
Shed tears for the weary;
Hug the world with both arms,
& though I preach wistful wisdom,
You know I think with my heart.
You know I’d bleed for less fortunate,
I’ve barely learned from my past…
Seems I’m a glutton for penance;
Thank God it’s used for mine art.
Another old poem I owed an audience.