I'm Not Timid About The Time I Rhyme... Poem by Denis Martindale

When I reflect and muse on time,
From fragile youth till in my prime,
From that first mountain I could climb
And days I did not have a dime,
Or years I thought life not sublime,
As subtle as performing mime,
I praise God that I wrote in rhyme,
For words that made my music chime,
Such that I need not turn to crime,
Or join in evil's grime and slime...
But simply write and stay polite
And somehow make the future bright,
To share by day and share by night,
With one and all, both black and white...
To grant some precious new insight...
To anyone I could invite,
To stretch and reach the highest height,
To write and fight with all my might,
Such that new poems then take flight...
As long as God grants me the right...


Denis Martindale July 2019.