YOU DON'T KNOW ME

YOU DON’T KNOW ME

I was surely born to wander
over this, a trail left by words
while taking the time to ponder
why some written were never heard.

To walk the road of happiness
and feel the guidance from above,
God said to settle for no less
than this one and only true love.

But then came a time for sadness,
because of health and real bad times;
the feeling that I’d lost access
in finding proper words of rhyme.

Knowing that perhaps tomorrow,
I might be wishing that I’d die,
with a heart so full of sorrow,
I’d no more living want to try.

I still search for words elusive
and pray to Him that I may see
no end to this love conclusive,
so I write but - you don't know me.

12/21/05 - Rewritten 9/05/07



ABAB 8 syllable format.