THE JOURNEY
A poet, a prophet, or a pauper with a pen
someday we may discover, can’t be sure when
Words flow like magic, leading him home
destination a mystery, traveling alone
First from loneliness, ink starts to flow
describing the journey, to where we don’t know
Mind filled with worry, pockets near bare
hoping he’ll recognize when finally he’s there
Fun times, sad times, some filled with pain
each time his pen gets busy again
Mission accomplished, not yet, so it seems
one day maybe, but for now he still dreams.
Copyright © 2011 Richard Lee King. All Rights Reserved.
Author of: Nice & Naughty, A Pursuit of Life & The Price of Freedom
This is outstanding! Poets are always searching for that elusive something, some find it, some don't. Excellent poetry!
Many blessings,
~Linda
Chip Bergeron
Anna
GOD BLESS YOU
TONY
:) Janna
Lowell.
Donna
How so very true for most poets and writers who I hope will continue to Write On.
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