The Inner Ink Dripping Out

What makes one to write verse? especially when school days was zero english classes were complete bore always at bottom so was no hero This so well describes me then couldn't wait to get away from school didn't know what my future would hold letter writing I loved pen was fav tool Now looking back maybe just not right time needing encouragement for ink to flow time was on my side for to develop best things in life sometimes come slow Even reading poetry didn't really excite as Ayrshire lad wasn't drawn to Robert Burns it took holidays down in Lake district area view Wordsworth house for mind take turns Now finally things coming together the inner ink gradually dripping out admit I'm not that great so far such pleasure to write without doubt God has filled me with His truth so I need to faithfully tell it forth seeking to give God all the glory inspired from one divine source (My coming together to write poetry was a slow long trip but it now comes as a great joy to do. )