A LETTER TO THE WORLD
I wrote “Old Wine”, not to swell my pride.
I thought I had something to say,
To share, as many of us do.
I feel we are a family
Who are blessed or burdened
By a gift.
We see life in a different way,
We are no messengers of truth
But somewhere in the garden
Of our joint and shared writings
Something new, something of beauty
Arises. A nectar from which we all drink.
In offering my book
I open my heart
And share my soul
It is a feast I have prepared for you
I invite you to partake
Bob Strum
