How can you write they say,
How do you find a way
To pen the words you do
If they are not a part of you.
My way with words in part
Comes from deep in the heart,
My soulful being I lay bare
For other words written there.
You can discover all that is me
By reading the rhyme you see.
Heart, mind and soul I offer up
But you must drink from my cup.
You may live my past and present life,
Experience joy, heartache and strife,
Feel the pain I've suffered through
By reading the words I've written you.
From childhood through manhood
I write of things I've understood
While other thoughts from my pen
Seemingly have no beginning or end.
Some words with emotional suggestion,
From where they came is a question,
Perhaps a long ago love affair
Or a youthful child with no cares.
I write my best when sadly depressed
Or releasing sorrow long repressed.
Those faded memories from long ago
Flow from my pen painfully slow.
You will never know how I came to be
Until you read the lines penned by me,
If you take the time to read my rhyme
You will know my heart, soul and mind.
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Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 01-23-04
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