Gary the Poet's Pen
I Am He
I am a disciple of John’s and think of his music whenever
I see a Rocky Mountain and a jet plane flying over Denver,
I am a writer of the speech of the birds that freely fly still
I am an inviter of all the unwritten poems that hide until.
I have been a brother and in another life sang at karaoke
I was not close to my mother; this no longer haunts me,
Of shapes and shadows, I do fellowship with the circles
Of trials and tests, I now find them to be merely hurdles.
I am he who makes many rhymes with my lyrics that connect
I am he, who takes my time without conceits to now reflect,
I am the enigma and the riddle that has been forever solved
By the blood of the Lord Jesus, my sins have been absolved.
I am he who has scribed the fables of the pony and princess
I am he, who as the world would describe it, has no success,
I am he who has survived more crises than a life should know
I am he, when the opportunity arises, will fly and forever go.
I am the fastidious and at times fabulous friend of the felines
I am nostalgic, romantic and have seen my Auld Lang Synes,
Whatever else I am, I am a hubby to Amy, a daddy to Isabella
I am he who will be writing as my imagination can ever tell ya!
I am he...
Written by Gary Cox 02/25/2021...to God be the glory