From a poem never written
"........The words just won't stop flowing
from the ink pen in my hand.
I have been blessed with a gift
that I hope will never end.
The happy times, the sad times,
all will become part
of the empty, lonely ramblings
of a wandering poets heart."
from the ink pen in my hand.
I have been blessed with a gift
that I hope will never end.
The happy times, the sad times,
all will become part
of the empty, lonely ramblings
of a wandering poets heart."