SOMETIMES, ON DOWN DAYS WHEN MY LIFE IS STRIPPED BARE.

All that I have are the words that I share It isn’t your company but your silent support As I live by my words and within my poetry, I resort On good days I’m inspired to get paper and pen My heart runneth over then there’s a poem again When I’m full of pride of my kids I am so proud I’m not one to be vocal but my words say it loud If it’s a friend that is feeling all battered and blue Heartfelt words spring to mind and the poems for you So, if my poems can help you then I’ve done my part They may help with your feelings, or mend your poor heart Whatever they do, to help you somehow I give you my words to use here and now.

JM d'Argaville