the man never too shy

a man in his troubling time
no road to turn to, no corner to hide
turns to his faithful rhymes
stores his feelings deep inside

using a paper and indelible ink
his hand races through space and time
pens down what he feels, and what he thinks
only place where the truth is never a crime

men sing priases of his work
as he crawls into his empty bed
'what an imagination he must have
for the man in his work would rather be dead!'

stop an aching soul and heart
a conscience with a dirty deed
and better efforts have been made by men
for no merry man can write a rhyme
for that you need
always a man who is never too shy with his pen

ed lithium