WintryPoet I was born into a world with no ambitions or skills.My youth passed me by, with little laughter and joy.Schooling taught me nothing, but ancient and buried history.I paved a path to college, and fell fast asleep.I labored and had good jobs, but my money had wings.I set out to find true love, and found heartache and despair.When I read some verse, I knew myself.Then I wrote some verse, and I found myself. ©Habib Dabajeh When the world first allured me with her beguile,I was too blind to notice the malice in her smile.The pleasure’s I eagerly craved, were quickly done,My worldly joys ended before they had begun.Among the crowd I sit, but I feel all alone.I offer warm smiles, but I’m cold as a stone.So I sought out solitude, my dearest friend-It hardens my heart for this world to transcend.Upon my pillow, my head I press,And recreate a world of happiness.I open my mind and wander there,And my heart is freed from every care.I only trust in poetry, and so I live,And avoid whoever seems too talkative.Though I be lonely, I do not fret or lament,My verses minister to my every content.A surreptitious poet, it’s how I was molded to be.In this chaotic world, I am unfettered and free. ©Habib Dabajeh