No Losers Please
I read her ad on the dating site
I have a heart of gold
I love to be spoiled
I hate drama
I want someone with goals
No losers please
But, I’m a poet
A dreamer
A published poet
But, still a dreamer
e.e. cummings is still my hero
I read his book again yesterday
I actually enjoy reading poetry journals
I liked what Robert Frost had to say
Another hero of mine
I'm still awed by Maya Angelou
And how I identify with her pain
I'm reading Anne Sexton now
Sad story, hers was
I know poetry doesn’t pay that much
But I hope to print my own bumper stickers
And sell a few of those
And maybe sell a greeting card or two
It doesn’t really count for anything
For those people who are counting things
For those people who are busy
Who have forgotten how to dream
Whose dreams no longer matter
Just slaves to all of the demands on their time
And what everyone expects of them
But me, I refuse to be bound by all these things
I write and I dream
And I dream more
And I write more
They read my poem on PBS on Point of View
And I got up and read some of my poems on the stage
And my poems have been in print
But still I go from place to place
And dream to dream
Capturing the little pieces along the way
Taking the time to stop and take a picture
But instead using words
Noticing the oddities of life
Noticing my dreams
While everyone else is too busy
As they do their duty
But their dreams are dead
So, whose the loser?
The responsible one whose dreams are gone
Or the dreamer who still sees the unseen?
Only time will tell

