From A Poetry Page My First

This is an excerpt from my first internet publishing effort  It contains no poetry but talks about poetry  Expression and shared experiences, simple and complex are presented here   All the poetry came before  Here is an example  It applies to all men who marry single mothers

Chuck Mistretta's Poetry Page

IN ESSENCE

THERE WAS AN OLD LADY
WHO LIVED IN A FROCK
SHE HAD SO MANY CHILDREN
SHE DID NOT HAVE STOCK

NOT STOCK DID SHE TAKE
FOR THE FROCK IT WAS FREE
NOR CHILDREN WERE SENT
FAR AWAY FROM THEE

BUT ONCE THERE DID HAPPEN
A GENTLEMEN MAN
WHO GAVE A KIND WORD
WHO HAD A SLIGHT HAND

HIS NAME SHE BELIEVED
WAS HIGH ON THE LAND
HE GAVE NOT CHILDREN
BUT STOCK FROM HIS HAND

ALL WAS WELL FOR A WHILE
IN MANY DAYS COME
UNTIL THE MAN SEWED AWAY
ALL HE HAD BRUNG

HOW THE OLD LADY SAD
IS GIVEN FOR FREE
CHILDREN FROM STOCK
FOR GENTLEMEN TO SEE

THE PLANTED SEED FLOURISHES
NOT FOR YOU AND ME
BUT FOR THOSE WHO BRING STOCK
TO THE OLD, THE CHILDREN, AND THEE.

JUNE 27, 1980 TAMPA FLORIDA