I am left-leaning. It shows on my 
sole, both left and right.

Sometimes compensation is good. A creative job
could have been the death of creativity.

The Irish are maudlin for a reason. All tribal people
are if they live in an occupied land.

There are people within me I’m just getting
to know. One has a six-foot wingspan. Sometimes
he shows his hand.

Tea is a social drink. It takes time
to steep. If I like you, I will 
invite you for a second cup.

In 1950, I wanted to be
an astronaut. There were none
back then. I had a paper doll
of one. That was good enough.

Ten years later, I was being
what others wanted. I am still
working on the difference.

Loyalty is tricky to negotiate. 
Old friends are my ballast;
experience, my chart.

Old age, like wisdon, is an underwater
bubble. I reach, although I can’t quite grasp it.

I’m still puzzling out the tenth truth.
It has to do with poetry.