Should I have rather been a poem, Whose language does flow so sweet Or, whose words did touch a soul so deep? Should I have rather been a poem, Whose birth did make is writer cry, Or, whose sorrow did make another sigh? Should I have rather been a poem Whose humor makes one laugh like a clown, Or, whose anger turns a smile upside down? Should I have rather been a poem, Whose anguish brings tears to a readers eyes Or, whose message held in it a hidden surprise? Should I have rather been a poem, Whose pain can make else's drift away, Or whose journey seeks refuge in another day? Should I have rather been a poem Whose suggestive power forces a spirit to move, Or, whose diction will heal and soothe? Should I have rather been a poem- A poem who has not one of these to call its own? I shall not rather be a poem, For its beauty, to me, would never be known. ©2000 Nancy M Roberts Joining: Under the Table and Dreamin