The reason for the many poems is easy to be seen, the hardship, hurt, and pain involved the times have been so lean; An outlet for the cluttered mind wings beating to be free, each poem is born with pain and love a "child" that comes from me; Some flow as easily as a brook
that gently strokes the bank, but others take a genuine birth, and need a lusty yank; So, barren I may be in body no living babe to leave behind, yet, many of my loins will live forever, you can't k** "children of the mind".