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If I could write the perfect poem
I’d write it high above,
The stars would be my letters 
And the first word would be love. 

Love because it brought me here
And has never let me down,
Despite the many struggles 
And trials that came around.  

The love of parents, siblings, friends
And people far and wide,
If I could write the perfect poem
I’d say, love truly does abide.

I’ve known romance and learned to dance 
Over mountains, rivers and streams,
Sailed the oceans and prayed devotions
From Delphi to The Maldives.

I’ve planted seeds and pulled the weeds
Around roses, petunias and Liliam regale,
As bluejays, bees and dragon flies
Flew by without fail.

And if I could write the perfect poem
I’d write it in a prayer,
To the Maker of this universe
Whose proof is everywhere.

In snow and rain and joy and pain,
In daylight, darkness and shade,
In every atom and spec of space  
Our Great Maker ever made.

In all our tears, struggles and fears
From the cradle to that spirit-filled night,
Every song we sing, every gift we bring 
Every glimmer of a wrong made right.     

And my poem would be a testament 
To the freedoms I’ve enjoyed
Thanks to those who bravely fought 
In far too many wars. 

From Bunker Hill and Yorktown
To the Civil War and more that followed,
Too many to name, too many blood-stains
On battle fields deep and shallow.

And I’ve been uplifted and paradigm shifted 
From Apollo and Heracles,
To Plato, Shakespear, Emerson and Frost
And their thoughts, ideas and philosophies.  

I’ve run and lost races and found a few traces 
Of history lost in the past,
In statues, graves and monuments made
In shades of shadows, they cast.  

I’ve witnessed sunrise and sunset 
By land and ocean breeze, 
And counted stars in the darkest nights
And watched comets flying free. 

And listened to the sounds of the ocean
In a seashell held next to my ear,
And watched chaos and commotion destroyed 
Whenever Beauty came near.  

I’ve laughed and cried and watched time fly
Faster than an arrow set free,
Climbed a few mountains and found the true fountain 
Of youth inside of me.

And if I could write the perfect poem
About the meaning of life that abounds,
I’d say I’ve been blessed and do attest
To all the Goodness that surrounds.

© Terrell Martin, 02/09/2025
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