If my prose,
Did not generate laughter.
Should a seed sown,
Not finally grow.
Should one little girl in a world alone,
Catch just one glimmer of hope,
My face shall surely glow.
My earth's journey thought brief,
Providence planned it out.
For I might have given hope to an angel,
But for my prose, would have done without.
Barry A. Lanier
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/b-my-prose/
