My Words - Poem by Rik Bertrand
The written word is a gift to us all,
Without the word the world would fall.
Whether written or spoke, or hung in a song,
The word tells us all the right and the wrong.
Be it a speech, a story, a ballad, or the blues,
The word is the master and it pays all the dues.
The word tells our history and the future it knows,
It sees was is meant to be, and dares to compose.
My words are my gift and my writings my love,
I have been blessed so dearly, by the good Lord above.
I write from my sole, and always from the heart
And without my words I would fall apart.
My words are for me, and for all of you,
They are most the time happy, but sometimes blue.
Life is not perfect and my words understand that,
I laugh and I cry and my words all respect that.
Read my dear words that I lay down in ink
Read them so closely, what do you think?
Do you feel the emotion, do feel the song,
Do you feel that my words could do you no wrong?
My words are my music, the rhythm of time
Sometimes my words don't always rhyme.
But if you read the words with a beat in your heart.
You will find a new meaning in my living art.
REB (MARCH 2012) because my words mean something
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