I come most dawns to worship at this fount
From which the flow of inspiration springs
In hopes to add a verse to my account
To fortify my day of reckonings.
When I depart I mean to leave a mark
That signifies my presence on this Earth
Was not for nought and brought light to the dark,
Proving my humble genius of some worth.
Though not an intellect of sharp insight
Nor scholar of profound capacity,
I’ve wit enough to weave lines true and tight
And make them dance and sing melodiously.
Since modesty should urge me to be coy,
I simply hope my sonnets bring you joy.