Child’s Play

I used to think of rhyming as child play.
Something that should have been put away.
Tucked away and there to stay.

Like imaginary things and baby dolls
Adults outgrow such things, it’s unwritten law.

It took me many years to appreciate my talent as a poet.
I suppose there will always be a part of me that doesn’t know it.

Always questioning my God given gift
Reading my writing with an attitude if dismiss.
I wonder how many great writings I missed.

How much further would I be
If I took that chance years ago faithfully?

Now I let the words flow like a raging sea.
Creating my own melodies woven with pieces of me.

Necessary and a crucial part of my reality.
I couldn’t imagine life without rhyming.