In This Write
This man once child has opened door
That hangs broken just shy of floor
Where heart his wears the need to be
A part of you and part of me
Gods grace of gift to spill myself
Upon these pages my true net worth
Sometimes will shine the part of me
The part allowed that he sets free
Free to speak and write my thoughts
Free to tell attention caught
Maybe yours as it has mine
Maybe not but tells of time
Time to share what lives in one
A friend that writes for everyone
In mind sometimes though maybe not
But thanks to you our ties will knot
You who reads and leaves your name
Site, email address one in the same
Or maybe not but leave critique
Upon my heart you took a peek
My hope is that someone will find
Something of worth, something kind
To take with them before they go
Before they leave of me they'll know
Simple rhymes sometimes no reason
Sincere intent, my soul in season
With eyes that take a moment theirs
To glance and leave what in heart bares
To you who came and left your name
Became a friend, left not the same
It was because and is of you
This write will tell of me anew
Humbly yours....Eddie
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