One persons art
Might strike up the heart
But another piece may not

Everyone is different
In what they perceive
In what they see
In what they believe

A masterpiece
May be a feast for the eyes
But don’t be surprised

Everyone is different
In what they perceive
In what they see
In what they believe

A picture to you
Might be quite new
But could be quite old

Everyone is different
In what they perceive
In what they see
In what they believe!

I just love writing poetry
It’s a great thing to do
Putting down words
Fantasy or truth
It’s just like a piece of art
It depicts a picture
From the beginning to the end
And the words will just lend
As to what it will send
And the reader will interpret
How they want to do
So please read my poetry
Because I love you all too!

The path strewn with hurdles and gravels
40 years is a long way to travel
Two souls sewn with love and peace
Two hearts dipped in bliss
Two minds not always in same strength
But determined within to walk the length.

40 years of building the nest
Patience and endurance put to hard test
Before one day the saplings become a tree
Heart upon heart two becomes three
Through fall and rise and sun downpour
Years flew as the three becomes four.

It's no easy work to raise a family
In all sadness live strong and happily
Blocks are thrown doubts are cast
Moments of life try to break the trust
But we didn't bow continued the thrive
A grownup family now, we number five.

A year is going to die
but its memories will stay
in the times ahead.

The success, the failure, the try
will be there next day,
the worries to carry to bed.

But over all else
the love I got
will still warm my heart.

As certain as time sails
what can't be bought
will be life's special part.

Was I as generous in giving
for this special gift I received
was I as kind?

The question is haunting
though I tried indeed
my best wasn't good enough I find.

Forgive me where I failed
didn't shine in the light
you let me be in.

I promise to make amend
and keep it in sight
loving you more is all I mean.