Hard to believe this is my first post of 2016. I'm still writing fiction and working on a Power Club sequel. In the meantime, here's a poem that really has nothing to do with PC. Enjoy!
Ripples
I have no manifest destiny,
No higher calling
That makes me better than you.
The work I struggle to perfect
May not live on.
It may wither and die
Like yesterday’s songs.
It may change lives,
But, if it does,
It will be as ripples of love and hope.
Those grazed by the ripples
Will think my grand ideas theirs,
And so they should.
Take ownership of life;
If you remember me at all,
Remember me with kindness.
