THE POET Come closer, let me ease your mind I'll set your troubles into rhyme The gift of verse lives inside me The muses long to set it free And when they do you'll hear me say: Give me your patience and your time Bring me your fears and call them mine I'll sing for you I'll sing for anyone who listens I see what hides behind your mirrors All of your sorrow, pain, and fears These thoughts might drive a man insane Yet I feel so much more humane I've felt, I've lived, and now I say: Give me your patience and your time Bring me your fears and call them mine I'll sing for you I'll sing for anyone who listens - Fall 1994, Ash Hall