Been hiding at dark corners
Keen not to raise concern
But sure to see all that you do
Just to be sure who you really are.
It's amazing the trace you leave behind
There are words to lift the lowly high
Steps that lead one out of the valley of thoughts
Taking him to the peak of Mt. hope
And I wonder who you really are
There is pattern when you work
The words rhyme when you talk
And how about when you walk?
As if Jim Reeves' here with a rhythm!
Your mom isn't the little wren
Peacock isn't your fist cousin
Yet you write like King David heir
Could you be a poet?