Become a Poet
I know nothing of meters and such
Never was one to read poetry much
Spent most of my life in the dark
A lost soul trying to make his mark
To free myself of my own plight
Picked up a pen and started to write
No idea what I would write about
I opened my soul let it all pour out
Lost in the plight of father time
I wrote out rhyme after rhyme
Through my poems it occurred to me
I’m no longer bound my mind is free
And with-in that freedom what I found
Every beating heart has its own sound
Many years later and free of the dope
I found in the Lord a brand new hope
Straight from my heart I hope I show it
It was truly my fate to become a poet
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