I am my father and mothers son, known as poet One.
I'm not going to worry about
what I could have been,
my concentration is on
what I am.
I'm a human being that give a ham,
however I won't carve your pig Sam.
Zeus could have been real,
yet he has only myth appeal.
Cupid could have been a lover,
instead he helped people discover.
An ocean could be a river,
it's just too much water to deliver.
A heart could have been a liver,
instead it's a life giver.
Gold could have been only
silver shining,
however it's worth more
in precious metal mining.
Day could be night,
but it brightens in morning light.
The earth could have been Mars,
but it's a habitant planet
amoung the stars.
The wolf man could have been
a vampire,
the Pope could be
a hit man for hire,
smoke could be fire.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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Blessings,
Joyce B.
But it appears that you have a good grip on who you are,
and why. write on! - Gene.