Wondrous poems he writes
Nobody heeds them.
Beautiful songs he writes
Nobody sings them.
His talent is a gift within
Each new morn, pleasures begin.
A secret is locked within his heart
As peaceful moments start.
Great talent is a unique gift
Which brightens each day
A faithful friend to cheer his way.
Wondrous poems he writes
With music and song
In the closet they'll stay
All his life long.
whats the point of this poetry besides stalking my beautiful self? a fat, bald, lonely old man, obsessed with worthless poetry. what a complete waste of skin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(A Secret Gift by Joyce Hemsley.) … Great talent is a unique gift Which brightens each day __________________________ **Lovely thoughts in truth.