• Written To Myself

    by UC Poika

    O Page so blank and empty too
    Let me once write an ode to you
    From top to bottom side to side
    What marvelous messages hide
    So write young friend before you age
    And find afflictions known as only sage
    While wisdoms' wake disturbs no truth
    And claim the harvests of your youth
    As from fields of "never heards"
    And not sought pieces
    First comes a word then flocks of words
    That land where thought cannot increase this.