MY POEMS

I go out to work and then I rest my head 
Life's rich pattern it has been said 
I escape the humdrum by putting words to rhyme 
Turning them into stories if I have the time 

People like what I write and that's so sweet 
Knowing they appeal to the man (and woman) on the street 
I will continue to write while the stories are there 
If you don't like them then I will not care 

For writing to me is from deep in my heart 
I will stop now as a new poem is about to start