This angel will guide you o’er
A path in which you may sin,
But let our tender thoughts be of each other
From the beginning to the end.
At times you may sit and wonder
Why you want me dear,
I being born unfortunately poor,
But the power in my writing holds you near.
ROUGH ROAD
My heart beats weak
But my thoughts strong,
Jogging up the road to success,
And my strength has left me so,
But I never stop to rest.
We are born in this world
With burdens laid out
To shoulder as the years go by.
A POET’S THOUGHTS
A poet’s thoughts are as deep
As the old sad sea,
And he holds love for his work
That will always be.
A joy to his heart
That comes in dreams, sweet dreams,
And he’s a humble fellow,
Just as humble as he seems.
His heart is very tender
And this is easy explained,
For he’s always thinking
To relieve, some heart of it’s pain.
Night and day he labors,
With gift he loves so well,
And when he’ll ever tire,
Time, can only tell.