May 12th, 2016

A poem is to be written

with such great thought.

It shall not be forgotten

like a battle well fought.

Death is far away

but I can still see Him there.

So I'll live it up in this life

that is ever so unfair.

I will write until all life is lost

in my heart and fingers,

while hope rests in my soul

that my words will linger.

Thus have I wrote these words

that tell part of my life story!

Words written on sunny days

and nights that were stormy.

My fingers and my heart

are all that I need

to go through my life;

to go and succeed.

Pencil and paper,

my only real loves.

They fit me just like

a warm pair of gloves,