Once Upon a Time

ONCE UPON A TIME I was little and naïve Sick of holding back Afraid it may go The heights were not yet there I can now tell Once upon a time I wanted to hold a pen Hit at any one who thought I was young Words kept coming but I couldn't write Not for I was young but my hands were Writers are never young on paper For they are always original… And once upon a time I could speak Could write, could dance to the rhythm No longer scared, no longer young Nor great but there was a height But now that I can sit back and read Hold a pen and write Young in experience but not hands nor minds. All I wish is a poet out there to tell me That I will be there, that I will put a smile on someone’s face That they will be hearts touched, and minds changed That I will not be just great but also fantastic. Renitah