My word, that poem said it all! It captured thoughts divine,
It poured out blessings to recall as if God's Valentine.
As if God spent an hour or two, then called a poet near,
To listen to His point of view and then to make it clear.
As if to get the poet's skills, to fashion word by word,
As if to give it thoughts and thrills so that each man was stirred!
To punctuate, elaborate, add humour now and then,
Then focus in and concentrate in ways beyond my ken.
I wished that I could write that way and so I paused and prayed
And all at once and since that day that vision's never strayed.
That's why I write the way I do, pour out my heart and soul,
In hopes to please both God and you and thus fulfil my role.
That poem helped me to succeed, it taught me I should try!
Now I'm a poet, yes, indeed, until the day I die!
Denis Martindale March 2017.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem