This Pen Poem by Oliver .........

This pen filled I hold, my soul
Pointing to the blank page inside
This universe, twisted and lachrymal.

Efforts fail, but I do not regret
Nor grieve; things may happen.
Like the blossoms in the yard!

Fore- fathers come, and leave
one by one; they don't recognise
A shadow crunched against the wall!

How long this battle?
How long this struggle?
These I haven't asked the widows
Nor the victims around me.

Perhaps they'd stone me down
For a default; so I can't
Fall out head- long and drown
Into the pit of failures!

Yes, I ought go on, tremblingly
Go on as a snal in the Grand Canyon!