Poetry

poetry is the art of releasing in a breath
what could not be dislodged by the gale

in this way some may realize moments
in which they've striven all their lives

and thereby find kindred hearth
round to warm amid bitter storm

the poet is not the more wise
the poet is merely the path blazed
that others have prior trod

~SS~ © November 01, 2011

Monday, February 20, 2012

To My One Tender In Years

You have had a hard life as brief as it has been thus far
as too have I only mine has seen the graying of the years
You have within you a spirit of acceptance and gentle compassion
that with the gray years lingering within me, I would only hope I could know
You have within you a spirit of joy in the face of hardship
that with the gray years lingering within me, I would only hope I could know
You have within you a spirit of loyalty and the value of a friend
that with the gray years lingering within me, I would only hope I could know
You have within you a spirit of love and forgiveness
that with the gray years lingering within me, I would only hope I could know

how in a time so brief have values so time tested found a heart so true



Written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 28, 2010

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