Start with the March
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


If I have sinned it was never without
A speck of hope distant fear or doubt
If I have whined it was never in place
So please wipe that dusty grin away

If I have spun I was dizzy when done
If I have won I was vicious to win
But overall my actions mean nothing
If I can't stay true to my wisdom