The Lonely LecturerA Poem by Don Schaeffera confession--tell me it's not true poemWhen you think you are the show, it's the audience you are. Could I stand in front of you like a troubadour, with no right to it, with vanity on my shoulder? You may hear me in passing or generously if nothing else to do. I am a will-be man who never went far beyond the first boast. Vanity requires a future which is quickly turning to ash.
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StatsAuthorDon SchaefferWinnipeg, Manitoba, CanadaAboutI am a retired social psychologist in my 80s. I've benn writing poetry since college and have published a fair number of books. I'm just looking for a place to get eyes on my work and to put my eyes o.. more..Writing
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