An Inkling of Poetry: For Want of a Prayer.

I once said in a correspondence ''Erg'' How ye should know the ways of the Sagely A glow in the Pate of the Head Would remind you some what lately

Penumbra Eclipse Time Penultimate Whinging Baby Surging Bathos For how will the Sun Dwell on so long On the Backside Of Blind Bartemus Not long for an Opportunity Not Short for the Temerity A word from the Messiah A Cry for such Desire Heal me dear Lord Let the Light Shine on Through my eyes Straight to my Cerebellum I want to see your face I want to behold the World Again Amen.

For want of a Prayer For whom there is no denial The Nation heed be next to God To be Godly and clean Of such Characters we must glean A harvest worthy of our Lord A harvest worthy even this Hour For want of an Anthem Who would tell Ben Who would trace the course of the Rubicon Who would chart the light of the North Sun To catch the Gremlin Who would listen to that Huckleberry Finn One would rather a violin For that one just might be keen