The Poetry Of Words.

I am a simple man of simple means

Yet still I strive to visualize

That which I seek in dreams

I am but a mote in Gods own eye

A grain no more then sand

Yet still I put my faith in God

To be my guiding hand

My path has been a painful one

Not always understood

But those who truely know me

Know my heart is not of wood

I've persevered throughout the years

To seek my just rewards

Of that a home, of love and life

And the poetry of words.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2007-05-02 at 08:45

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Again you poetry flows with a brilliant insight into life well done graham and welcome back rgds mike
2007-05-02