Within Me

I’m at my best
When there’s nothing left
When all the rest
Have failed the test
I owe my success
To the Man above
While I claim my failure
For being a stubborn one

My works in writing
-- Written masterpieces –
But I’m just the writer,
No one sees this.
My words of wisdom
Come from something else
That guides my hand
When there’s a story to tell.

-Boz-
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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