An artist’s paint stained fingers
The musician’s fine tuned ears
The athlete’s body
The teacher’s firm kindness
The star gazer’s knowledge
The singer’s strong voice
The freedom of choice
The scientist’s reason
All are loaned for a season
And they were all mine

A child’s innocence
–Taken by force–
The peace of mind
The feeling of worth
Longing to feel those

The Catholic manners
The Mormon strength
The Jewish Heritage
Finding my own Heaven

Irish stubbornness
Slavic soul
Hungarian spirit
I’m home everywhere
And a stranger in all lands

Eternal sojourner
Curious forever
Give a mouse a cookie?
All the thinks you can think?

Only the heart sees…

Who am I? A mix.
Add water, a cup of this
A cup of that, pain and tears
Experience and mix well
Let it stand—in 60 years
All is lost, all is gained

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The dreamer’s eyes are mine
A lover’s heart is still my heart