The Man Of Hope Comments

If I were a poet, I'd write a poem about the pain I experienced this morning; but, since I'm not one, I'll simply say, ‘Ouuuuuch... ouch, ouch. Ouch, ouch… ouuuuuch.’

I've only read a few of your poems so far, but I especially like this one. I sense a Buddhist influence. It reminds me of hiking which, to me, is a gift in itself. Not a minute of hiking is painful; the pain comes the next day in fatigue and soreness. This poem left me with questions because some past presidents called themselves the Man of Hope.

I'm sure I'll get a copy. See ya