Voice of The grey clover The Legacy Of My Words
By Patricia A. Fleming
My words are like my heart beat. They tell the world that I'm alive. They recite the tale of who I am And of all I have survived. My words reveal my deepest pain. They betray my greatest fears. They share moments of my laughter, As well as moments filled with tears. My words can come from memories, Of glorious days gone by. Or they flow from feelings so extreme, They lay hidden deep inside. My words can tell sad stories, Created in my mind. Of other lives I've witnessed, In another place and time. My words can paint a picture, Of the seasons in their glory. They can gently tell of tragedies Or a hero's noble story. My words are like a loyal friend That keep my secrets close. But will serve as a catharsis When I need release the most. My words are my great treasure, Far more valuable than gold. And still offer always something new, Even now that I've grown old. My words connect me to my fellow man And give my heart a way to vent. They remind me I am human And help my soul repent. Thank God my words can still be shared, I'm so grateful for this gift. To express vast love or sorrow, Intelligence or wit. To reach out and touch another heart Is something I don't fear. I will use my words right to the end, To let the world know I was here!