my son the poet
My son is a poet
to the free verse he owe it
From baseball to play to PHD
pride of him in me
BG, Ga and Mizzou
Coming to a magazine or book near you
many stories he has to tell
about life, love, heaven and hell
he is so talented i want to see
what his future will reveal to me
a fine young man with ideas of gold
the value of which only out valued by his soul
so many good days ahead
just like his mama always said
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