To My Sons & Daughters 

The old man has a young heart still

like an old cabinet filled with drawers

One has a label written: LOST POET SEARCHING

Whenever the old man opens that drawer, 

he hears

sounds of music and poetry

and he feels 

a flush of desperate emptiness remembered,

embarrassing glimpses of naive arrogance,

but also a deep, river of gratitude

it was the 60s

he was a searching youth,

looking for Love – seeking Truth

was there meaning to life?

he was a Lost Poet 

and he was Searching

and so, the old man asked the young heart if he might help him open the drawer so his children could see inside