IF BOTH MY HANDS WERE TIED

IF BOTH MY HANDS WERE TIED


When my life is over,
My time on earth complete,
I hope someone remembers,
With words I did compete.

Put bars upon the windows,
Locks on all the doors.
Nothing could hold my being
For ‘tis my soul that soars.

To be there just for moments,
Maybe two or three,
Body held in bondage,
With mind still flying free.

So another year I’ll begin,
My stories told in rhyme,
Only God can stay my hand,
As He will in time.

Nothing else can stop me,
Matters not how hard tried,
My mind would think poetry,
If both my hands were tied.

2/7/06
Monty