Once Upon a Time
ONCE UPON A TIME
I was little and naïve
Sick of holding back
Afraid it may go
The heights were not yet there
I can now tell
Once upon a time I wanted to hold a pen
Hit at any one who thought I was young
Words kept coming but I couldn't write
Not for I was young but my hands were
Writers are never young on paper
For they are always original…
And once upon a time I could speak
Could write, could dance to the rhythm
No longer scared, no longer young
Nor great but there was a height
But now that I can sit back and read
Hold a pen and write
Young in experience but not hands nor minds.
All I wish is a poet out there to tell me
That I will be there, that I will put a smile on someone’s face
That they will be hearts touched, and minds changed
That I will not be just great but also fantastic.
Renitah
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