In setting out to declaim
we too often only maim
the language of our native tongue.
It was in offer of pure discourse
in prose, in song, in poet’s voice
that brings some here, who are terse.
The multitudes or eager few
assembled now to learn what’s new,
hear but trite phrases, empty words.
Naïve, tis said, to hope and pray
for deeper meaning in what I say.
Words are easy, writing’s hard.