One Word

One word

But one I need

To begin to weave

A little versery

To stir a thought

Or cause to smile

For poetry

Is so easily made

 

Alas tis true for me

And has so been

For many years

Thought not as easily when

I was a younger man

 

Yet perhaps

They are deeper things

And the better

For my slight  living more

 

But be it that

My beginning poetry

Has become

A doorway to

A future in words

Stories of different lengths

That I intend to tell

For years upon year

Decade to follow decade

Until I breathe my last

 

One word

But one I need

And long since past

The way to knowing

I wonder now

What was that word

That began it all

 

Charles Petrie