Poetry and Me

A day of sadness a day of upset My son another job, he did not get Useless I felt there was nothing I could do Impotent in all I could say and do. My heart wrung for this son of mine He had been used and abused in work for sometime Now finding it hard to get new employ I didn’t know what else to do for my boy. In impotency I searched the web sites once more The lies the deceits there no jobs through their door In anger and frustration I sat down and cried But to help my boy, I continued, I tried. After more searches it was the old fashioned way A phone call to someone there’s no more to say He managed to get a job right there and then It was that day that I took up my trusty old pen. My first poem left my pen at speed with no effort It was called something like, ‘I do want to work’ I posted it out to a local magazine They published it, my first poem was seen. I found that it relieved some pent up stress And it hurt no one there is no duress So I came to poetry to learn to express Hope and good feelings and try not to depress. Poetry is now a part of my life If I were a man it would be my wife Words of love and of hope they do abound Since this wonderful world of poetry I found. ©~GG~ 18/03/2013 Contest Entry