Entropy V Empathy Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

Can't say if my poems are good or bad
But I will tell you one thing from the start
Everything that I've ever written
Has come directly from my soul and heart

Sometimes crude and vulgar it may have been
But I had to walk before I could run
Failing to grasp all the things I had seen
And where they had originated from

As I sit here many years have flown fast
One could say I seem to see more clearly
With age things become easier to grasp
What once took for granted now hold dearly

For time may make you so wrinkled and grey
But in this process will grow empathy