a poet.

and she says "write a poem"
what for, i ask.
she says "because i want one... "
then what is my task?

to write one for you?
or to write one for me....
why write a poem...
if its not what i see

it is my expression
mine to decide...
why write one for you?
my thoughts, my inside?

its for me to keep
and for me to remember..
how sweet i am
christmas in december

i'd like to make it rhyme
u might disagree
but it is my poem after all
and its all comes free.

for one day in my very existence
for one minute of my day
i really dream of heaven
when all the sinners pay

when Jesus returns to earth
and my soul goes to heaven
where i am free and happy
my little home, my tavern

so dream of my poem
dream of my life
remember my joy,
and forget the strife.

=)