Just A Poet

I am just a poet Poems are my life Words are the soul The pen is my might. Versus are the cup From which that I drink And knowledge is the bread From which my mind is fed. I live if just to write The words that I cant speak, For locked away in my mind Are the versus to be rhymed. I am but a simple writer With a pen and pad in hand Gazing at the sky and trees To write what man should read. I have walked many trodden paths And down many mournful road, Now I write about their tears and fears For now they have became my soul. I cant cure a mans health Nor can I stop a war As I am not much as I see myself A poor man who loves the Lord. And when I walk my last mile And then I'll write my last smile And on my pad it will show it That I was but, a simple poet. Randy L. McClave