Rarely, too rarely, from the sea of humanity, there comes one with a special
Seldom, too seldom, in this world of inanity, comes one whose calling is to
Observant, a servant, seeing more than others see, feeling deeper, loving more.
Tender, a spender, giving more than received, generous, and never keeping score.
Watching and catching things others do not see, faithfully recording each
Writing, and inviting us to read about these things, artfully sharing what was
Baring, and sharing private thoughts and observations, penned honestly with
Recording, and affording us a written legacy, and making it seem better by a
Poets, they know it, the magic of the written word, skillfully recounting what
Sometimes, in their rhymes, creating whole new worlds, painted in alien color
Lifting, and gifting us with carrots for the mind, leading us to think on higher
Firing, and inspiring, our minds to reach and grow, stretching up to ever
Rhymer, high climber, as you seek to tell the world of the special vision that
Mounting and recounting as you ascend life's way, documenting carefully your
Grieving, at leaving, with so much left unsaid, so many things not written down
Better, far better, to have filled so many sheets, than to leave behind a pad
with no lines.
Writer, word fighter, frustrated bard and safe, it's so hard to say what's on
Better, far better, to know if you succeed, some yet unborn may marvel at your
Versifier, rhyme trier, if you will do your best, you will get the proper
Someday, in some way, your legacy may be to lift...
inspiring people of another time.