He Wrote A Million Poems!

He wrote a million poems down, They're on the Internet, He was the bard who wore the crown, The King we can't forget... Three verses here, four verses there, Sometimes a sovereign speech, While not all stands beyond compare, There's much that each could teach... A thousand themes have come and gone, Writ large upon the page, His mental prowess shone and shone, Until he felt his age... Yet pen in hand, he wrote each day And sometimes through the night, With poetry still on its way To fill him with delight... Some think he was addicted to The Muse in all her forms, As if for her his love stayed true, As if her presence warms... Yet God inspired all his verse, From Scriptures wise and pure, That's why, of course, each poem stirs God's love for evermore... A million poems for the Lord, Then God told him to rest, From all the words that he'd outpoured, Because he'd done his best... His gentle heart gave out and so, His soul ascended high, To find God's peace so few can know, In Heaven, by and by... Denis Martindale, copyright September 2014.