To all those who have read my poems, <br />this poem is just for you. <br />This is my hundredth poem this year <br />and I feel like celebrating too. <br />You see for years and years, <br />I did not want to write anymore, <br />until I came along here and met all of you. <br />For some reason I cannot explain, <br />you took me under your poetic wing. <br />You made me want to write again, <br />with your comments by the score. <br />You brought life back to me, <br />took my hand, <br />and guided me from the wilderness, <br />from which I ran. <br />You gave me injection, <br />and my confidence once more flowed. <br />My pen was put to paper again, <br />and out the poems came, <br />one after the other, <br />but never one the same. <br />I took a little time out to write a novel too. <br />All this and more is all thanks to you. <br />Without that hand of friendship, <br />which you’ve all shown to me, <br />I’d still be wandering like a lost soul, <br />in that wilderness out there. <br />Therefore, I am taking this opportunity <br />with this my hundredth poem this year, <br />to send you a special thanks, <br />from the bottom of my heart, <br />to each and every one of you out there.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-hundred/
