For my friend, Phillipia:
You asked for a Poetry Wednesday..... I have plenty......
I shall write for you a poem,
no better or no worse,
than are those poems of other men
who write in metered verse.
But in my words you'll hear my heart,
its beat in steady pace,
you'll sense my soul and inner self,
see glimpses of my face.
My spirit soars with pen in hand,
my thoughts then framed in ink,
you'll find my passions and desires,
you'll see just how I think.
And on this page I give to you
you'll find my heart and soul,
one moment I'll be scattered,
then next you'll find me whole.
For in my verse I find my voice
and you might hear it too,
on paper I complete myself,
and bare my soul to you.
You'll learn my fantasies and more,
my sorrow and my joy,
you'll sit beside the aging man,
and play beside the boy.
Only for you, Chica...... Enjoy........
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