Something guides me
What it is
Where it comes from
Makes me think
Think that it’s
The hand of God
Who brings to me
To write them down
Some days they just flow right out
If I don’t write them
Down somehow
They fly away
As fast as can
And don’t come back
To this old man
Yes, something guides
My hand to write
The poems that fly into my mind
By Ronald Gainsford
© 2000 Ronald Gainsford
BY RGAI
