As I continue to dig through my desk and closet for more of my poems, I find myself reverting back to how it was when I first started writing poems. I lay my head on my pillow and the words start tumbling out. I have a little tablet beside my bed that I write the words and ideals on, then I go to my computer to put then down a book. There is much lost sleep envolved in this process, however, I feel it is worth it. The reason I wanted to put these words into booklets isn't for the money, but maybe someday when I'm gone my descendants might want to see what this old man has done.
