Why Does Poetry Still Exist! ?

I stand behind the rhythms shared, I stand behind the rhymes, I stand behind the words I dared to use so many times. Each ‘I love you! ' that I have penned, then typed, and shared online. Regarding each word as a friend, and yet both yours and mine. I stand behind each midnight hour, I stand behind each dawn, I stand behind the prayers of power, for poems yet unborn. And though I edit now and then, with commas here and there, I still recall the moments when I smiled at thoughts so rare. For poems in my treasure chest, shared at no cost to you, Pass on my thoughts so we are blessed, with insights, old and new. I did not charge a single dime for all the time I spent, Because I cherished every rhyme in poems Heaven-sent. By faith, through decades, long and hard, yes, even from my youth, I prayed and wrote what I received, each sentimental truth. When I am gone, please think of me and what God chose me for. Reflect upon my poetry, of Calvary and more. Denis Martindale.16th July 2025.