William J. (Skip) Henderson Jr.

Poet Within

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.

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