I write my poems, and hope and pray That some poor soul will read them one day And get as much out, as I've put in! Me, my soul, my paper, and pen! With each of these verses that I beget I can't help but feeling some regret These lines that once were part of my soul These kindly words I sought to bestow Will fall on deaf ears, and fade you see! Like my paper, my pen, and like me!
I thank God for this gift, and I always will! That I can put into words what others feel A little honey and incense, and a little gold No lies, no pretense; it's all told! But I wrap it up in a silver lining So you can get the gold without going mining!
The Mystery of Life Unraveled It's not just another yarn! I learned things on this road I traveled I couldn't learn behind the barn
As I weave this illuminating masterpiece No fine tapestry could ever hope to rival If spun from the wool of the golden fleece You'll see each thread of truth laid bare through sheer survival
