My Poetic Journey

Wen I was jest a litl boy An a pensil was mi toy I likd to rit poms An did mi best … homs As a teenager I began to revolt I got an attitude To the man I was rude My writing was crude I experimented Adults were demented I took a position Refused to listen This poetic young buck Didn’t give a flying … As a young adult, spreading my poetic wings, I wanted to be free; Free of inhibitions - Free of rules and regulations – Impress with my prodigious vocabulary Attack sex, love, morals and politics on scented sheets I had an urge to explore the fascinating new and majestic universe And my poems were free to be as free as me As I matured and mellowed out No longer harboring the need to shout My poems once again found their rhyme And I returned back to a younger time Full circle, I find my journey spent Every step of the way being heaven sent