Why Do I Write Poems?
"Why so many poems?" the question is asked,
"Why do you post them all?" some may be tasked.
The answer lies within my heart,
A desire to share and to impart.
To offer hope and inspiration,
In a world that can be full of frustration.
To uplift those who may feel down,
And replace their frown with a crown.
Of joy, of love, of inner peace,
To help them find their release.
From the struggles and the strife,
And to embrace the beauty of life.
So even though my poems may seem small,
They come from a place of care for all.
And though they may not always rhyme,
They're crafted with thought and time.
To touch the hearts of those in need,
And plant a seed of hope and heed.
So if you ever wonder why,
I post these poems every day that go by,
Know that it's my way of giving back,
And helping others stay on track.
For in this world, we all need a hand,
And I hope my words can help you stand.
Tall and pleased, with head held high,
And face the world with a twinkle in your eye.
"Why so many poems?" the question is asked,
"Why do you post them all?" some may be tasked.
The answer lies within my heart,
A desire to share and to impart.
To offer hope and inspiration,
In a world that can be full of frustration.
To uplift those who may feel down,
And replace their frown with a crown.
Of joy, of love, of inner peace,
To help them find their release.
From the struggles and the strife,
And to embrace the beauty of life.
So even though my poems may seem small,
They come from a place of care for all.
And though they may not always rhyme,
They're crafted with thought and time.
To touch the hearts of those in need,
And plant a seed of hope and heed.
So if you ever wonder why,
I post these poems every day that go by,
Know that it's my way of giving back,
And helping others stay on track.
For in this world, we all need a hand,
And I hope my words can help you stand.
Tall and pleased, with head held high,
And face the world with a twinkle in your eye.
