my accent is an accident composed of those i’ve known each gave a gift: a bit of an imprint and i share it with those who’ll bear it some, will walk away some, talk to it, then say that its not okay but truly, each day that i miss the meaning but meet a feeling that accident becomes my accent and the gifts i’ve been given grow i get this bag of ai’s aye’s, ar’s and ah’s and it stays with me wherever i go so i thank you for all you’ve helped me know. by: trevor currie all rights reserved