Long Friendshippoems Poems

Poetic Friend

I just met a friend on line who 
complimented my poems of verse and rhyme.
He saw something in it which I can’t describe.
As if we had became one of a kind.

It was as if I had become the poetry
Instead of it coming out of me.
My poems and I became as one
As the sky with the sun.

This is a feeling which I find hard to
Put into words, like a voice which
Had never been heard,

Like the final door that has to be opened
And you have the key, that will set your
Mind and heart free.

Is there really a point in life
Where we become what we write?
Have I really gotten to such a threshold
Or is it that I’m getting old?

I guess I’m getting old!
For this is the story that I’ve been told.

Ha-ha   got to love it !