October 3, 2022
If I shared from my heart, allowed others to look,
If I captured my words to be read in a book,
Would anyone care about my point of view,
An old man with grey hair, it’s not like I’m brand new.
Perhaps if I write from my heart and I share,
Open up and give others a glimpse what is there,
That by sharing my words and not choosing to hide,
Others are touched as they’re peering inside.
With so many memories I’ve tucked away,
I can’t keep them all buried to rot and decay.
Perhaps it’s just something folks do at this stage,
Share from the heart writing page after page.
I pray that the books that I write will survive;
A few even read them while I’m still alive.
So true….