At 47 it dawns on me, “I have found my voice”.
Couldn’t, & wouldn’t, change it; even if I’d had a choice.
It didn’t happen overnight; it took its grainy time.
Yet, somewhere just past apogee, my craft fell into stride.
I’ll never be a millionaire & I will not meet fame.
What I’ve earned that’s meant for me will, in time, find me by name.
I’m a bit like Johnny Appleseed; casting wide my wares.
While 1’s & 0’s form my seeds; my fecund soil’s your stares.
Even though I offer nourishment; still…get big & strong.
For…if deep refrains blow your brains, you’ll have to right some wrongs.
L.B.Stowe 