The Poet

I've never been the poetic type.
I've never made the time
to write down words of sentiment
and fashion out a rhyme.

Until one day a thought came to me
about a dear sweet friend.
I wrote it down on paper,
and sent her what I penned.

"My friend," she wrote "it's beautiful!
Please say it's mine to keep."
"Of course," I said "for you I wrote
my feelings which are deep."

And then a day or two went by
and I was inspired again,
so that words flowed so easily
to paper from my pen.

Surprised I was at what I wrote,
tho not good enough to boast.
I addressed it to my lady friend,
and dropped it in the post.

The reply I got was a favored one,
as I knew that it would be,
tho unsure I am of what I write,
she has confidence in me.

So now when we trade letters
they are filled with poetry.
because this friend for whom I care
brings the poet out in me.

Paul Allen Rice