I read and read
until my eyes
bled:
tinkerers, poets, leaders, thinkers.
Their ideas, thoughts, hopes, dreams
played like unattended toddlers
in my head.
They left the place a mess.
My own thoughts muddled,
I must confess
Then, I began writing
and while
occasionally they still enjoy
throwing toys and biting,
they’ve become
mentors, coaches, friends
instead.