My Poetry Is A Compensation

Poem By Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

There’s scarce a day that passes,
When poems I do not write,
It’s pointless putting on my glasses,
When to write, I have near perfect sight.

Why do I have this urge,
To pen my thoughts to you?
Why must these thoughts rhyme and scan,
Without much ado?

Why has HE given me this new skill?
I did not have it before.
I could not write a single poem,
Before I did take ill.

It seems it is a Compensation,
And for that I must give Praise,
To HIM who gives us Good and Bad,
So my Faith will endure for the Rest of My Days.

© Yisroel Yonatan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 27 September 2005

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