I seek not to possess,
But only to belong,
My dream is not to sing
But only write the song.
I know that just my looks
And charm are not enough
To get me through the days
When seas are more than rough.
It's such a thrill when words
Burst forth as if possessed,
It gives me hope that I
Someday will find my rest,
A message sweet and clear
That no one can make wrong,
And celebrate the day
When I become my song.
Brian, this poem is lovely! Many times your words do possess through your poetry, it is alluring to say the least. there is no other way to take your message than with the sweet clarity you have written through. Yes, celebrating our songs as poets is what I think we all long for. Excellent poem, Brian. Love it. RoseAnn
If only one could be pure melody, How Happy one could be. Very nice wish, Brian Very pleasantly written too, So we all, thank you!
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To belong to is true possession. Beautifully developed in the poem.