Some say to me, you have a talent
I must be blind for I do not see it
I wonder have I tapped my own potential?
I write the words that flow through me
The only reward that I ever ask for
Is for my words to be read and measured
No amount of money could ever be enough
To show the respect I feel for those who come to read
To follow the words that I write
For if this is truely a gift that I have
Then it is a gift that flows from all of you
For without you, I would then be nothing
Just another unknown poet going unheard
I grow in strength knowing that everything I write
Is here to always to be read by you
And for that I give you my blessing
And the love granted by almighty God above
And let these last two words stand eternal
Thank you
I must be blind for I do not see it
I wonder have I tapped my own potential?
I write the words that flow through me
The only reward that I ever ask for
Is for my words to be read and measured
No amount of money could ever be enough
To show the respect I feel for those who come to read
To follow the words that I write
For if this is truely a gift that I have
Then it is a gift that flows from all of you
For without you, I would then be nothing
Just another unknown poet going unheard
I grow in strength knowing that everything I write
Is here to always to be read by you
And for that I give you my blessing
And the love granted by almighty God above
And let these last two words stand eternal
Thank you
copyright Chris Smith 2009
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