Shall i thank thee for being good to me? When times were tough and most men were quite rough In stuffing ideas of who i should be Down my throat so that i will want to cough. When times were tough – like a desert in drought The oasis of my dreams started to dry Up faster then a speeding car on route To clinic for there’s an emergency. – You were good to me like the men that bring Items of aid to the victims of war, So i know in this poem, that’s the one thing I will have to thank thee deeply for, for You were to me a good Samaritan That warmed my life, better than summer can.
Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can.
For forty years i felt the beating of my heart. The rhythm of which i compared to a broken drum. Till in my life you came and made it start to dart. Like strings from a harp when the bard makes them thrum.
The music it makes, makes me want to sing. Along to the song that you inspired with your love. A song fit for the ears of many a queen 'nd king. As well as the halls of GOD's in the sky above.
For forty years i felt the beating of my heart. And i knew not whether it would be made to dance. A merry jig the masses would consider Art. Or one that would make many want to shift their glance.
For forty years i felt the beating of my heart. Which before you came, was clearly being torn apart.
Shall i, compare thee to a dream of Spring? For when i entered a state of slumber My melancholy mood, began blooming Into a mood, that brought fourth its flower. Thou art more sweeter than a buzzing bee. A conquerer; more regal than a queen. Pollinating my sadness into glee. Turning the dry desert , of my heart green. Of you, the very air must be jealous. Scent from heaven; thou aroma will lure Many men to come your way and make fuss. In illness, hoping you will be their cure. But alas; i awoke from my slumber Feeling cold from the bold bitter winter.