POET
By Grannyrosie
POET Little book of poetry, Brimming with your rhyme. Words woven together, Marching in a line. Happiness, and satire, Life’s frustrations too. Reflecting yet the heart and soul, Of that muse, inside of you. Ribbons, medals, accolade. Ultimate poetic dream. Wonderful recognition, The apex, it would seem. Years of bits of paper, Busy fingers, flowing pen. Thoughts transferring endlessly, Repeating yet again. Scenes from a full, and fruitful life, Profession, home, children, wife. Caring, sharing open heart. Blessings, sorrows, where to start? Finish line is miles away, Pen on, dear poet friend. Proud of you, confident too, Your words will never end Written December 22nd, 2001 © on Dec 22 2001 11:05 AM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 10
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