Epiphany Eulogy

nice is the weather now. Beautiful is the walking within the warm breeze and the short raked sun hinting of Spring. I hope the cherry blossoms don't get fooled. Poetry is a listeners art. For self proclamed Poets of thier own mind are the worst of God's Primates. From a chair top view , o' ! What a life i've lived! !" Though what is Woe that boils my blood. And rots the planks of affinity that shores my way over the River Styx