Okay.. I know, I know.. All I've been putting up are poems. However, I just found this one! I guess I wrote it a few months ago, a few meaning a lot. I have a friend who used to encourage me to write poems often. He Loved them. So I would write. Anyway, I think this one came from a little push from my friend asking when he could hear my next poem. I was excited to find it, made a few changes, and here it is!
One day I was walking
Through a sunny park
I heard something whistle
I saw it was a lark
As I went walking
I saw a person there
Sitting on a bench
I couldn't help but stare
I sat beside that bench
And watched him quietly
He didn't seem to notice
That's what it seemed to me
This person was a stranger
A person I did not know
I could see something
I could see this person glow
He sat upon the bench
Reading something deep
I wanted to ask what it was
But I spoke not a peep
His eyes read caringly
He almost seemed concerned
I wanted to know
What it was he learned
I tried to read the title
To reveal what it was
It really shouldn't bother me
But honestly, it does.
His eyes grew very sad
A tear fell from his eye
He stood and gripped the book
I saw that it was mine
As he walked away
I thought what I did see
It made me sad and want to cry
I fell down to my knees
I prayed, and asked the father
Why this man had cried
Then something came to mind
For on the cross he died
That book was only mine
No one else could pay
For the sins that I commit
Except for he that day
But today is a new
I'm trying all the time
To be a better person
And watching for the signs
Today I've made him happy
He's smiling down at me
I feel just like a bird
I'm flying now, I'm free.



