Ever in the ebb and flow
Of my dreams that come and go,
Reader, I have you in mind,
Humbly hoping you will find
In my verse a gleam that’s true
To the dreams that live in you.
Though my lines I link with rhyme
I scarce deem them worth a dime;
Nay, I think ’tis I who ought
To repay your kindly thought,
Gleaning in the words I waste
One or two to fit your taste.
Please you, lift this little book,
Riffle it with careless look;
Dip in it,–oh just a glance,
Give a beggar bard a chance . . .
Rhymers may have readers who
Tune to them,–may one be you!