A Look Back
It’s been three years since I began
this journey towards more rounded man;
a number cruncher by my trade,
but something new I’d try my hand.
I thought I might a poet be
when someone softly said to me,
your hidden talents you should share
for all the outside world to see.
And so with quill in hand did start,
and from within, my thoughts impart
upon the parchment with my pen,
its oozing ink spilled from my heart.
I wrote of nature, life, and love,
emotions deep and thoughts thereof;
celestial bodies over head,
the sun, the moon, the stars above;
the changing seasons to be sure,
and passing time we all endure;
the death of friends who’ve left this life;
and poems that seemed a bit obscure.
And so it’s been for three years time
I’ve wooed you with these simple rhymes
in hopes you might enjoy my thoughts,
but seems my words are past their prime.
Now waning views my dreams betray,
but doesn’t matter anyway
who reads my weathered words because
my heart has nothing left to say.
August 20, 2020
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