A MAGICIAN WITH A PEN
(for Mike the portrait artist)
LIKE POETRY IN MOTION, YOUR A MAGICIAN WITH A PEN,
FOR YOU IT FLOWS SO EASILY, LIKE A RIVER WITH NO END.
RARE IS THIS GIFT FROM GOD, A MAGNIFICENT GIFT IT BE,
A GIFT IT IS FOR YOU TO SHARE, FOR OTHERS, A GIFT TO SEE.
IN AWE THEY GAZE, AS YOUR PEN, SPILLS LIFE ONTO THE PAGE.
LIFE SET STILL, FROZEN IN TIME, NEVER AGAIN TO AGE.
I TAKE A LOOK, I TAKE A BREATH, I CAN'T SAY WHAT I FEEL,
I'M NOT SURE, IF WORDS THERE WERE, TO EXPRESS WHAT SEEMS SO REAL.
THEN I THOUGHT, BUT OF COURSE, I KNOW WHAT I CAN DO.
GRAB MYSELF A PEN OF MY OWN, AND SHARE MY GIFT WITH YOU.
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