The Impossible Dream

To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go

To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star

This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far

To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause

And I know if I'll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest

And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star

The Novice Poet

I speak the words,

I tell the tale.

I write these words,

to no avail.

Are these words,

worth anything,

Do these words,

authentic ring,

I remain,

in fearful doubt,

till someone shouts,

those words out loud.

I feel those words,

which you write,

They resonate,

my pain and plight.

They comfort me,

in warm embrace,

They cry with me,

in silent space.

Do not cease,

your scribblings fair,

With poetry,

you show you care.