I leave a piece of me
Of what I am perceived to be
When I write each word and line
Of a poem as a sip of a fine wine
Do you take from it what I choose to give
Or find something else in your mind to live
Does it shape an image as is known
Or something else as it is nurtured and grown
I suppose in the end it doesn't really matter
As you read my piece of poetry chatter
Take from it what you want it to be
As a freely given gift to you from me.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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