A one time Tribute

A one time tribute

Once you were kind enough

To comment only on my poetry

You gave me the heavenly kick

That anyone could see

Now it’s the first poem of yours

I happen ed to read

What is poetry?

Only you know indeed.

I am a simple passer by

Wait, not even that

None at me shall ever glance

There will be with words

just no romance

As  feelings flow out of my mind,

I don't damn then care

Who thinks what of me?

Or  of my poetry.

For I write it as it comes to me

I am no critic worth

The salt in my bones...

When I read you again

It will be ahs!  and ayes

That I shall always give

Neither nays nor don'ts

For I am just passing by

Amongst stalwarts

I do hope some day
some one  

Also remembers me

Like you...

You’re one of the finest poets

On whom I can
relay my mind

I am just a small

Off the cuff poet

Do pardon me

For words
that I shouldn’t have said

To and or for thee.

The world still has

Kind people like you

Who give off their best?

Their unconditional love

Their very best

Yet expect nothing in return

Not even thanks

As your love is unconditional.

You are like the flowing river

That emanates from paradise

It has no place to hide

Thus upon humanity

It spreads its wings

Nurtures them

As nature does in spring

Ah! You to the poorest of poor

Happiness bring

Like do

The lovely flowers in spring,

The warmth

Of a sunny summer day’s shadow

The snowy winter chills the bone

With abandoned happiness,

Despite the cold and sorrow

Twas all because

Of your good wishes

Morrow after morrow

That we all see

Another tomorrow.