Richard Schnap- A Poem

FORMULA

Begin with a sketch of a skeleton
That hasn’t yet earned a face

Combine with the miracles of nature
Filtered through the madness of men

Add the innocence of a child
Who hasn’t yet learned of death

Mix it with an old man’s wisdom
That everything in life has a price

Stir in the passion of a lover
Enthralled in a candlelit room

Strain it through a widow’s sorrow
Who still waits for his key in her door

Then finally give it a name
As soulful as a bittersweet song

And you will have made a masterpiece
A mirror that reflects the world