What I wouldn’t give to stand beside
the man whose words can come alive,
the one who touches deep inside
the me that no one sees.
What I wouldn’t give to share a thought
with the man whose poems cant be bought,
the one who teaches but cant be taught
what he means to all and me.
What I wouldn’t give to touch his hand
the man whose words alone can stand
like the ocean that takes away the sand.
I hold a piece of he.
What I wouldn’t give to let him know
the man whose poems touch me so,
that even if he had to go
that to us he will always be.
What I wouldn’t give to share with him
the thrill I get when I begin,
to read a poem from start to end
then cut and paste a copy.
We love you Balladeer, please don't ever stop giving of yourself.