Dear Mr Buffett

Dear Mr Buffett

Before u go 

Could u please

Leave me a billion

Or so...

I'm sure everyone asks u this

U must get tired of it

U've worked so hard for it!

What would my credentials be,

My resu-me?

It's here I stumble 

It's here I fail 

For I know the most 

     Unworthy

Pale before me 

     -on a good day

I struggle to keep 

     The goldfish fed 

Plants watered-

But I do not 

     Give up-

That's one thing 

I don't do

I write this from 

The dentist chair 

My mouth all full 

Of goo

For it seems that I try so hard 

So seriously -

So sincerely -

     That my poor teeth

      R feeling the brunt

Of it 

Support for poets !!

This is an art

     They say...

Putting into words

The verities/ 

Vulgarities 

Of life 

And then there's 

The 600$$ dentist bill

I'll have to 

Pay

Psychology

Having always 

Wanted to meet myself

Let me know 

If you see me...

Walking down a road

Or some other place 

Let me know if you see my face 

She will be a bit

     Bewildered

Gravely disappointed...

But looking up 

To hills for

The one- from

Which comes

Our help

She feels she has 

     Been 

Promised this-

She feels someone

     Must know-

She reads the books

She hears the talks

She wonders 

And she walks

Through the little 

     Neighborhood

No dogs to go along-

     Long gone

The best friends 

     Of this life-

Why don't humans

Get along

As well

If you see her 

Let me know

She's looking 

For her self

-they say

Everyone

Has one-

Coffee

It is a day for which coffee

Is necessary...

My plans have all

Gone awry

Rumi says 

Without stomping 

There would be no wine

Grapes must be squashed, 

     Smashed and 

          Pulverized. 

What is this wine?

And where

     Can I 

          Get some ??