conquistadors like us....agenda agents
Im a spy In the House of Love sang
Morrison..and his Pammy followed him
into the beyond!!!!

my real muses wanted happiness
the essence of creative touch oozing
my married surviving muse says..
"My husband doesnt know the color of
my eyes!!" and yet he was the best
provider....is...they are still married!
many came alongside me tendering
for trade....Happiness is a moment
traded..........when Your older the
trinkets and breadcrumbs add up
and are remembered more then the
stable fulfilling meal....Artists..

an odd lot....

still in touch with all my muses...
they craved the attention then
I was their waypoint and they mine...
nothing wrong with this!!!

I was a picky bugger....many offered
and I chose so few!!

gambling one oh one!

but I did gamble..I got memories
I think they know.....their signature
moments on our hearts are not
crossed out...that the few there
will be rare..

as are we!

Life is short...thats all I know
at my new existance of fifty four!!

the few In...taught me as much as I
know as I taught them!
thats how it works!!

I neither pity...nor frown
but smile at this recollection
as they do when I meet
them again on the trail
and get a robust hug!

Thank U! Al

Mr Wolf!