Spark

They said I was no one nowhere
They forgot about answered prayer

But now it looks like I might be
Able to write my poetry
With skill at will experience
Having made all the difference
For the better by the letter
The help of God some stubbornness
And years of sweat: no more no less

I have to write it anyway
But now it seems that judgment day
Regarding poetry and me
Might go a little better than
Once thought for this mere misfit man

To laugh last really is the best
Thank God and never mind the rest
I seem to have "arrived" somewhere
I think I might have gotten "there"
I guess if you write thousands of
Poems and give them all your love
In the end it might turn out right

A spark before I lose the light
And silent slip into the night

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMV

Dear steve
'I guess if you write thousands of
Poems and give them all your love
In the end it might turn out right"
a nice thought indeed!
SUPANI

As sup said, she is right. Great poem Steven.. Looking toward to read more of your wonderful work..
misty..