After a long day
of running twenty-one miles
I want to relax
I feed my two cats
their mushy food late at night
when my day is done
Then I make dinner
scrambled eggs, beans, sauerkraut
and a tin of fish
But I'm so tired
I only eat half a bowl
and save the rest, facts
I play some music
Philip Glass on piano
and think what I'd write
A letter to thank
the composer for his work
I love it a ton
There was once a time
I thought I could write music
a pipe dream, my wish
To be somebody
others listen to for fun
to enjoy their lives
But I write poems
nobody reads, it's okay
listen to The Light
Twenty-four minutes
of symphonic bliss, I die
every time I hear
This composition
a work of art is a craft
sculpted perfection
This world, I suffer
from depression, affective
dysphoria, year
After year, decades
of keeping my head above
water, inflection
Of the waves, the sea
the ocean, the salt water
the still surface thrives
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