Uneducated
Mind limited by my own being in past events,
Uneducated in the reading.
How can I be reached?
Poetry's ears are difficult in the gaining.
O' Lord I fear to miss beauty in the fineness.
Than Goodness from Beyond,
Given Ears of Yours,
Not to pass the journey of fine wine art,
The poetry of true remain.
In this I plead,
Colin Martin bless him in all ways of the pen.
(Enjoyed your writings Colin, they opened me up dearly my friend of poetry)
Copyright © Mark Hansen | Year Posted 2006
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