I close my eyes to yet another day.
With thoughts of joy that have come my way.
I found a home of poets like myself.
Where my words can live instead of gathering dust on a shelf.
I claim not to be the greatest of all time.
I do however bring inspiration and joy with my rhymes.
We all have a purpose for which we are here.
For me it matters not how much money I make, but the happiness I give and the freedom to treasure that for which I hold dear.
I know that time is not on my side.
My steps may have slowed but my memories are vivid and alive.
So thankful am I to read the lives of new friends.
Most joyous, some sorrow yet it matters not in the end.
For poets that share a bit of themselves.
Yearn for another with like mind to experience the wealth.
Our words to many seem beautiful and vivid on the surface.
Yet very few take the time to visualize the meaning and discover the true purpose.