Tuesday, 7 December 2010

These Words

I need to rest these weary bones

I need to take the eternal sleep

Will my wrds live on after me?

Will for a welsh poet people weep?

I believe in the words of all poetry

I read from wherever they will come from

For we all write and bear our souls

In our hearts and minds the words form

Years from now I wonder will people still read?

Years from now will anyone still remember me?

I never have seen myself as a perfect poet

I have tried to do the best I can be

I will continue to write until I die

For I enjoy the things that I do

I respect and admire any reader

For these poems will always just be for you


copyright Chris Smith 2009

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