A special peace poem...

A special peace poem

I don’t pertain the mantle of perfection,
I just love to see my words on a page.
Maybe it’s not so pleasant for others ,
keep reading it may improve with age.

Yours not mine…

To rumble around my big empty head,
with spelling and diction what i covet.
Can’t say what I write will be special,
but I can say without fear that I love it.

Hope you feel the same….

Special is a term so very often lightly used,
I’d say we’re all kind of special to someone.
So come out fighting with pen, get bruised,
if not then you’ll sure miss all the fun.