#1 (permalink) Sat Nov 21, 2009 19:01 pm A poem for my friends. |
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I'm so good at telling others, 'Bout mistakes that they have made. But I've made more mistakes than you, I never even made the grade. So I knuckled down, determined, That I would show them all. Nose stuck to the grindstone Back against the wall. I swotted till my eyes grew tired, I tried to learn it all. But eventually I realised, There was no need at all. So I simply did the best I could, Just what came naturally. And before I knew what happened, I'd made a place for me. So here I'm giving lessons, To the others who would learn. No more swotting textbooks, No more midnight oil to burn. Yes I found out the easy way, It was in me all the time. And all I ever had to do, Was put my thoughts to rhyme. So I penned a hundred stories, The thoughts came thick and fast. And every single one I wrote, I thought that "this won't last". But every day the words were there, Ready to be written. It seemed that they would never cease, With writing I'd been smitten. So I wrote them down, both good and bad, I didn't really mind. When no-one ever commented, At least it eased my mind. So I let the words bring inner peace, The anger to becalm. Now when I go to bed each night, I sleep so deep and warm. No longer worries haunt me, They've vanished, like my past. So I sit here and type away, I've found my place at last. For writing is my forte, The thing I do the best. And although I never will be rich, I'll always do my best. To help others, any way I can, You'll never ever seem a pest. You'll find I'm always here for you, I'll help you if I can, To help you make your dreams come true, Old Kito's is your man.
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