March 22, 2021
It took me decades to find out
I love to rhyme; I have no doubt.
I long to help the words I write
Emerge from darkness into light.
It must be how my brain is wired.
It gives me strength; I don’t grow tired.
What is the thing you love to do?
No one’s created just like you.
I pray you find your special zone,
That gift from God for you alone.
Perhaps you love the great outdoors,
Help gardens grow and bloom once more.
A book, a rhyme, a song, or play
Might help you probe and find your way.
I pray you find your special gift
And help someone who needs a lift.