Generally writing poetry is a pleasant task,
Provided I get the words for which I ask,
From HIM who supplies them to my Mind,
With the hope that they’ll educate Mankind.
With my pen poised, and paper near,
The Words I write are the thoughts I hear,
That HE supplants within my Brain,
To put into scan and verse again.
On other days it is a chore,
When words will not come to me anymore,
For HE has gone to another poet’s ear,
To implant HIS Wisdom to make their poems clear.
But whichever day it is today,
I thank him for HIS choice,
That today HE’s chosen me to be HIS Voice,
And continue to lead me on my way.
© Yisroel Yonatan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 27 September 2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem