Gerald Bosacker, A Poets Fate</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=39.htm>Gerald Bosacker</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>A Poets Fate</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>A Poet's fate, I sadly find<br>is seldom praise, or reviews kind,<br>yet I persist, by fate inclined<br>to leave a trail of words behind.<br>Each night time thought that begs me write<br>must face the glare of bright sun light.<br>In rhyme, beliefs must shine contrite<br>like dogs that bark before they bite.<br>When comes the day, I must atone<br>for all the words I've flippant sown,<br>stand meek before my maker's throne,<br>I'll find one place, my writing's known.</b></font></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>