these nights…hushed…cool…comforting…wanted…tis…

yet…a need… longing to be without …no home…warmth…away with love…why…why…

conditioned for survival…mixed-in with cons…criminals…madmen…Gypsies…whores of the street…those seeking…some sought…  many who gave-up… hard crowd to please…yes…yes…

yet…here i sit in an overstuffed chair of leather with love down the hall…is this deserved…is it…

a poor poet worth nothing more than words and song…just words and song…never riches…no American dream awakened…Frost’s road less traveled was chosen…followed down…followed down…

and yes Robert…tis made all the difference…