Rich Young

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My Muse - Poem by Rich Young

My Muse rides on my
My Muse lets the thoughts
fly on Angel wings

Writings flows as a swift

I never know where the river
is headed

But the river knows and
I sit back
and enjoy the ride

A child following a small stream
never walks in a straight line
but meanders

Children make use of what
God gives them
without thought

Only adults question every one
of His gifts

Children have Angels
to protect them

Sometimes the Angels are
busy sleeping though

We could learn from Children
If we were not so busy
teaching them

My son Brandon at 9 was
wiser than I
'Divorce is when children have
to act as adults
adults act as children'
he told me.

A Muse guides you
and inspires you

Anyone can have one
Just create one! !

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Comments about My Muse by Rich Young

  • Yuri Duraan (4/15/2008 3:21:00 PM)

    Very well thought-out poem... with some profound statements! For fun, read my poem 'to my ex-muse'... Yuri* (Report) Reply

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  • (4/15/2008 2:05:00 PM)

    Beautifully and logically … »We could learn from Children
    If we were not so busy
    teaching them »
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 15, 2008

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