Become a Poet

I know nothing of meters and such Never was one to read poetry much Spent most of my life in the dark A lost soul trying to make his mark To free myself of my own plight Picked up a pen and started to write No idea what I would write about I opened my soul let it all pour out Lost in the plight of father time I wrote out rhyme after rhyme Through my poems it occurred to me I’m no longer bound my mind is free And with-in that freedom what I found Every beating heart has its own sound Many years later and free of the dope I found in the Lord a brand new hope Straight from my heart I hope I show it It was truly my fate to become a poet