People ask me what I write about,
I tell them them words of life and love,
I was granted this gift at a young age,
Thanks to God in Heaven above.
The words flow from the corners of my mind,
A river of expression to the page,
And as I grow wiser and more mature,
The poems just get better with age.
I can't take all the credit for,
The works of art in rhyme,
My aunt helped me hone this talent,
To share with the world of my time.
I promise never to squander my gift,
Of expressing my life in black and white,
If I choose to share my world,
Well, I'm well within my right.
January 18, 2021
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