I am asked
What are you for
Marching in
With music
Pretty words
Abstractions on a page
We need swords
Ploughshares
The dam is flooding
With all the problems you cannot solve
What are you doing
Singing and reciting while Rome burns
Well
Because
It is what I have
I do not have
A green thumb
A knack for engines
A fighter’s instinct
A way with people
I have
A big basket of songs
Compendia of thoughts in verse and prose
The life of the mind
Open for all to peruse
No matter who you are
The warriors
The tradesmen
The fixers
The healers
All are welcome in my world of words
And tunes
