when you read a poem do not expect too much br from every word br br my words too falter and fall short br of strength like the runner who always wins his sprint br and now in his worst state br mourns for his knee br which is broken br br my images too wilt like some red roses that br a lover offered once to his true love br but now deserted br and looks at them in the state of dryness br br when you read this poem do not therefore expect too much br this is just a sigh br looking for an opening in the crevices of an understanding heart br br this poem is just a mirror and you will be the face who must br give your smile br the light from the window that shall provide the glimmerbr br RIC S.