Self instruction in the humanities,
Of sorts, its own ‘college of the liberal arts:’
Great Books, read through the knocks of door-to-door sales,
Concomitant rejection, and false starts;
Earl Nightingale; the excess of the eighties;
The scribbled song, the “next big hit”, the parts
I would play if I could play; breaking hearts;
Positive mental attitude cassette tapes.
Everybody is always counting something:
Degrees, poems, books, likes, and followers;
Churches count families and total tithings;
I tally too, without the call of editors,
(Humble priests number their homily writings)
Completely free to multiply the name of Jesus!
Gary Edward Geraci