God Given Gratitude

God Given Gratitude Puttered around and to Poetry Soup do go And see my great number of poems grow Which were written by me and well-meant Into state of ecstasy some poets were sent. Poem appeared smack dab in middle of night Went back to man cave and turned on light Started writing freely and porously like I do After a picture in my mind the poem drew. Never would have a worry or even any fear Words profusely on page started to appear Into sentence after sentence they became; To not write down would be a big shame. I did delightfully accept the delinquent dare To write one more poem beyond compare Setting such a high standard poets may meet And with each other could try and compete. Finally, my monotonous poem is over and done And horrors soon will be read by everyone Why I like each Souper is their great latitude Would God to my poems give His gratitude? Tune in tomorrow for my next poem to borrow; Even with sweet sorrow, Was it by Clarence Darrow? James Thomas Horn Retired Veteran PS. It is my own funeral so I chose funeral in the subject section.