Handed Down Poem by Deborah Cromer

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I have made this spell my temporary profession
This talent is a gift, mixed with genuine feelings
Writing about all my lifetime dealings
Coming to the end of this certain mood
Leaving and stopping is never rude
I must, it shall be done
I do it for kicks, I do it for fun
Thoughts and actions down on paper
A writing experience, adventure-type caper
I know this does not happen often
Emotions coming out make my feelings soften
I have got to let them out of my brain
To release the love and erase the pain
Life is too full to keep it all locked inside
Catch the dream and take a ride
Travel to the stop, as far as you can go
Experience life as you would never know
Go be brave, it is goodness you can trust
Taste the eternal pleasure, enjoy the glorious lust
Awaken the treasure of all hope can be
Open your heart or your eyes may never see