Always a poet was he since a very young man
Traveled the world while writing it's true..
All about life and peoples un written strife
Always as he alone saw it to be as he would do..
Endless volumes over time always in his rhyme
Not interested in being the best ever that be..
But all of the time always right down the line
He gave up ever so much to provide for family..
Some write poetry others are just born as poets
Writing all about life as they travel on through..
All the way around the globe its to them not a load
Always helping others along the way from old to new..
Having seen ever so many lows and so many highs
And at all time walking the line in his poetic stride..
With incredible psychology and insight into lives
And all the oldest school values retained with pride..
Writing all of natures gifts from the mountains high
To the valleys so deep rivers wide all of the time..
Of the many that are trying to make their ends meet
And all forms of poetic expression humble to divine..
Not to be as if known like many winds that have blown
But to leave as much of himself as he travels his way..
Always a poet from day one till the end of life's line
Until the time that he simply poetically just fades away..