By Bob Cowley

I was a happy and popular toddler. Then, just after my third birthday, I got polio. I had it for eighteen months – confined to bed, hours of massage and therapy every day, and no contact with other kids.

Physically, I was lucky enough to recover very well. Now, I might have more self-understanding and usefulness than I had decades ago.

One thing I did eventually was to write a philosophical type of poetry. Here are some examples:

Mystery
who can explain life?
don’t try too hard
logic should be
a servant of love

Manual for poets
See like a child,
yet be a useful adult.
Love language.
Seek sagacity.
Enjoy the marvel of creativity.

Journey
she and I
together so long
giving things meaning
by sharing

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