Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion
The pen is never silent when
The heart drives it across the page.
You never know whom you may touch,
On some distant day.
The only thing that's guaranteed,
Is no one will know that you've been there,
If you silence what's in your heart
Because you thought that no one cared.
You haven't the gift to see the future,
Or to know who'll pass this way.
So, leave the echoes of your heart,
Where they'll be heard to say....
I was here, and I cared enough,
To give with all my heart.
Even when I felt it wasn't good enough,
I still left you the sweetest part.
The person who reads your words,
May be wondering if they've the will,
To strive a little harder as they,
Climb up their own hill.
And even if just one person reads,
Only one thought from your heart,
If it restores the hope he's lost,
Then your pen has done it's part.
[This message has been edited by LngJhnAg (edited 08-05-99).]