Finishing Touch

A poem can be written In many different styles It tells of our heartaches Our troubles and trials It tells of our failures Our many victories We write of our miracles Or a fatal disease We share our compassion Our sorrows, our smiles We write of salvation Or the one who defiles We tell of our friendships Or a love long lost A cold winters night With autumn's first frost We write happy endings Or a sad mystery We tell of our bondage And our quest to be free The poet gets weary From writing so much His heart is his signature His finishing touch