A Poet
I became a poet late in life
After other pursuits had failed
It was passion and got me high
Unlike what I tried
While young and setting sail
My sober days with a pen
Brought a satisfaction
And when I looked deep within
I doubted myself barely then
And that was the great attraction
My poems come from the heart
With God a common theme
And the joy He imparts
Every day from the start
Makes me want to sing
I don’t know how long I’ll write
I guess until I die
I’ll continue to search for the light
To guide me in a darker night
When life would pass me by
- Author: w c ( Offline)
- Published: July 29th, 2018 15:14
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments6
Does life ever pass us by? This here and now is your life, my life, and quietly, away from the hubbub of out there, we are living our lifes as we see fit.
The limelight and hubbub no longer suit my taste or my aching joints.
Your poetic outpourings are worth reading because you've come to terms with your humanity and we can tune into that easily, leastways you make it easy to.
Enjoyed reading you.
Thanks dusk. I appreciate your thoughts. I appreciate your review.
It is amazing what starts us writing poetry and you find that once started it will never stop.
yes, goldfinch. i am addicted to poetry
the light is invisible but
its always there.
very insightful, onepauly
A fine write w c. A fine pic of you there too?! Was ya around in 1887? lol.
Thanks, orchidee. the picture is not of me..lol. i guess the gig is up! lol
Revealing ourselves to ourselves.......
yes, Lorna. life is a revealing journey.
Brilliant....
Thanks, Dan. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
More than that one word could mean, I felt a bit of myself or maybe you just sat right next to my soul.
Have a bit more time to write lol
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