Poetry Time

So many tell me I can write I have a talent or a flair But, this I say, it may surprise The words come from just thin air I sit myself down and quickly type The words, they flow then on the screen No lengths of time to write each one Nor hours pass so, in between Within some minutes, there appears A poem written for all to read Believe me friends, I take no time To reflect in words, my heart that bleeds As emotions swirl to make the verse Some happy, some sad, some fantasy The rest my friends is, how do they say? Oh yes, the rest is history