For You Will
While his body of Steelholds his heart tender with care
I read his words of kindness
the ones that he often shares
with me and with the world
He tells tales of ganstas wild
and of his loves which are varied
still he stays so gentle and mild.
He teaches me about the work-out
about men who's muscles are formed
chisled by strength training and purpose,
and then he writes of his son, so warm.
He is versitile with his pen
writing pieces that he feels from his heart
each line beats out the rhythm
of the feelings that build and start
to flow upon the paper
leaving a trail of his thoughts and still
he is a friend of mine, by the way, his
name is Will.
Kathy Lockhart
9/11/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
Read 654 times
Written on 2006-09-11 at 19:04
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
Alison Clarke |
Phyllis J. Rhodes |
lastromantichero |
Will |
Zoya Zaidi |