First of all, I wrote poetry
to help cope with life;
by dedicating my poetry
to my LORD and Savior-
Jesus Christ.
My mistake was trying
to convince family and friends
what a good poet and writer that I
was.
It became the main focal point
of my conversational life,
instead of Jesus Christ
People grew weary.
Because I really thought
my reason for existence
should also become theirs.
But they knew all I cared about
myself instead of anyone else.
My poetry, they did not want to hear.
Can I blame them for turning a proverbial
'death ear.' Have I learned my lesson?
Not really. When I played a CD that
included one of my poems.
I did not remain silent. They'
did not record my poem until
the very end of the CD. I ruined
for her she told me truthfully.
When I told her I was very sorry
she probably did not believe me.
My poem was no longer important
to her.
The earth revolves completely around the sun.
I am still am a child of Jesus Christ,
God's only begotten, Son.
But in the poetic game of life,
I still have to learn many lessons.
Poetry is still very important to me. Reading other talented poets on line h
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reading other talented poets on line has humbled me. Poetry is still important to me.