Clean- White Page

I grappled this morning with a brand new thought,
This idea of mine was no stranger...I sought.
I held my head high with the aire of a Sage,
Then opened my book...to a clean, white page.

This year...Says I...must come without strain,
And that's how I always will make it remain.
For it could be my actions, or perhaps it's my age,
But this is the time...of a clean, white page.

O Yes...I am striving for heights to aspire,
And its glimmer entreats me to a perpetual fire.
For I am the actor...and this is the stage,
Here are my rules...and a clean, white page.


E.P. 1908 - 1989