Deaf, Unsightly Or Dumb
Have never been deaf, unsightly or dumb
But where do my poems keep coming from?
As each page with pin I will sit and stare
And here comes another out of mid-air.
Never before were any ever pre-planned
Looked and right in front of me it did land
Thank God my poem I was not botching
Helped me come up with a clever concoction
Hope it doesn't appear to be pornographic
Or like a beat up body ran over in traffic
Perhaps something short, simple and plain
Causing no strain or on brain being a drain.
What will last poem I write in my life be?
Suppose from all sin it had set you free
Even when weather and sky outside are gray
A path to heaven it just may pave the way.
When in poem God I occasionally mention
May disturb some people and cause dissension
But being for God there is such a high demand
Am sure what I say with ease you can understand.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
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