I have tried to write an epic
But an Epic doesn’t come,
I guess I have no words for one of these
My mind must be to narrow
To draw the thinking from.
And narrowness equates to mental freeze.
I’ve read some older masters
And admired their verbal couth,
And wish my thoughts ran on to longer things
But I only know one language
Only on tongue fills my mouth,
And so one song is all that I can sing.
Only one can be called native
That is where one speaks his best
All others learned will have an untrue note.
Since my voice doesn’t run to epic
I’ll use my pen for an inquest
…….Into a view of livings anecdote!