there’s been a party going on
within me, all my life

guests streaming in through my open door,
day and night, bringing friends along

Doubt has come to visit
Fear paid her respects
Joy lingered and
Love left her scarf behind

i have to admit,
i have been a most absentminded host
daydreaming and preoccupied
with visitors past, and those yet to come

that i have rarely noticed
who’s sitting at my table now

well, well, . . .
where are my manners?

may i bring some fresh libations,
pull up a chair and listen well
for a good heart to heart