I do write
I don’t sing
Praises
Of the sun, the moon
Nor spring.
The words are written down
One letter at a time
Maybe
In the future someone will
Sing
These words of praise
I bring.
Til then
They’ll stay
In my book, on my page
Written to be read
These words of praise.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
When I think of things that’ve passed
I wonder
Where they came to live
In what heart do they survive
And will they be known
In the future’s past?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Going thru the gamut
From frustration and anger
To the highest excellence
And of course all in between.
What is right to do?
What have I done wrong?
What should I do in the future?
Not letting my emotions
Be so strong?
The answers to these questions
Along with those I’ll ask
I suspect in not too long
I’ll hear their answers
Bright, clear and strong.
The answers will be
Whispered in my ear
If I’m quiet, holding still
They will be answered
They’ll come along.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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