William J. (Skip) Henderson Jr.
Poet Within - Poem by William J. (Skip) Henderson Jr.
The poet that’s within me is one I can’t evict
Continued verse, rhyme and time seems to always interdict.
Sometimes my thoughts are not my own, it is from my heart they do pour out
Like rainfall on a rooftop, flowing from a gutter’s spout.
I have so many thoughts cascading through my mind
The words just start flowing out in some verse or rhyme.
Thank God I do not talk aloud the way that my mind works
Some might think I’m crazy or maybe even worse.
When I do write of these things I ponder,
My thoughts are so vivid that it makes me wonder.
What is the source of these rhymes, they are so numerous
They keep running through my psyche that I find it humorous.
I catch me laughing at myself for the rhymes and verse that come
Sometimes they make no sense until I write them down.
Then the words commence to make some sense of these feelings deep within
I hope that I can write them down and serve them with a grin.
The verse is served in simple words wanting to be understood
By anyone who reads them and feels my passion from inside,
And will know that behind them is a place I will not hide.
Always on my shirtsleeve is where I hold my heart I serve up my true emotions a-la-carte.
So I keep on listening to my mind race on
And try to write of these things and try to carry on.
While I endeavor to maintain my sanity
And just keep writing on and on, just for you and me.
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