Am I Real
Author: quarterhorseYou ask in your rhyme
What my reason.. and time
Will show there's a heart beats true
I am but a friend
You will see in the end
Will bring no harm to you
No one can suppose
From a photo or pose
What ever a person dispels
T'is the inner being
It's there without seeing
The body's just one of it's shells
God's gift to man
Was a simple plan
No preference to race nor creed
To live a life
That is free from strife
But no one his word did heed
From that great day
There entered the fray
A world all torn with war
T'is greed and strife
That's taken life
And made the rich man poor
There are people out there
Far better in fare
Some that are glib and cool
Some that take hold
Of your treasure and gold
And treat you like some kind of fool
T'is beauty to them
( with their mind on 'ahem')
Seems more important to those
They fail to see
What is real beauty
It's not all in the physical pose
It's the inner person
There is no dispersin'
It's precious as silver and gold
To search someone's being
And finally seeing
the DNA of their soul
So onward I go
With a new thought or so
I treasure this life that is mine
I'm happy and free
where at present I be
But only in soul and in mind
Should I find the right oerson
Thro' poems and versin'
And the rest of my life be sublime
To cherish and hold
A love that is gold
And be happy till end of my time
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 12:54 AM CST
About this poem:
This poem I wrote in reply to the question of...'what is the basis of your friendship'so I wrote it as I see it and feel it.