Wednesday, March 31, 2010
All About Me...
Iv'e written before, in a time that seems past, only a few know that.
As I answer the call to write, at long last.
The pen and the paper, will show in the ages, when my time here, is recorded on pages.
Just when my life, has reached the right stages.
A holder of poems, and riddles and rhymes, that don't seem to be mine,
are released so perfectly, at just the right time.
I will be a world traveler, though I stay in one place.
It's the things that I write, that will run the good race,
while the image of me that is seen, will leave but a trace.
So how do I see hope in this task you might ask?,
It's know my purpose for writing, at long last.
It's been a long time coming.
Posted by Teresa at Wednesday, March 31, 2010