Can I compare my gift with those that dwell in others, too,
and thus compete where talents rose and blessed those hearts in you?
Can I perform beyond your own, when you inspire me
to go beyond the truths I've known, to greater liberty?
Can I take bolder steps than yours when you were at your best,
as if to reach the farthest shores, if more time to invest?
Can I maintain the finest thoughts that surface now and then,
to shine like diamonds, pearls and quartz... with insights once again?
Can I express the subtleties that you bring to your art
beneath such wisdom that Man sees that you share from the start?
If so, then pray for me, my friends, this poet needs your prayers...
as I would pray, without pretence, because I'm one who cares...
For painters, sculptors, writers, too, my prayers to Heaven rise...
because I love the good you do... more than you realise...
Denis Martindale 9th of March 2020.
The 50th anniversary of my first working day...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem