"Poem in Which I Explain Myself."
Because there was never an infant in our house,
I never learned to cry.
Because there was not a goldfish,
I never learned to swim.
Without plants, I could not grow.
Without flowers, I did not open.
A pen was first created by God so he could write down
events to come.
Without events, what use were our pens?
Plenty, it turns out.
This is how I write when I'm not being very careful.
This is how I write when I'm a bit more careful.
This is the best I can do."
[APPLAUSE]