The poet that’s within me is one I can’t evict <br />Continued verse, rhyme and time seems to always interdict. <br />Sometimes my thoughts are not my own, it is from my heart they do pour out <br />Like rainfall on a rooftop, flowing from a gutter’s spout. <br /> <br />I have so many thoughts cascading through my mind <br />The words just start flowing out in some verse or rhyme. <br />Thank God I do not talk aloud the way that my mind works <br />Some might think I’m crazy or maybe even worse. <br /> <br />When I do write of these things I ponder, <br />My thoughts are so vivid that it makes me wonder. <br />What is the source of these rhymes, they are so numerous <br />They keep running through my psyche that I find it humorous. <br /> <br />I catch me laughing at myself for the rhymes and verse that come <br />Sometimes they make no sense until I write them down. <br />Then the words commence to make some sense of these feelings deep within <br />I hope that I can write them down and serve them with a grin. <br /> <br />The verse is served in simple words wanting to be understood <br />By anyone who reads them and feels my passion from inside, <br />And will know that behind them is a place I will not hide. <br />Always on my shirtsleeve is where I hold my heart I serve up my true emotions a-la-carte. <br /> <br />So I keep on listening to my mind race on <br />And try to write of these things and try to carry on. <br />While I endeavor to maintain my sanity <br />And just keep writing on and on, just for you and me.<br /><br />William J. (Skip) Henderson Jr.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poet-within/
