Unread my rhymes could be, it matters not
Even if all my poems gain no acclaim
Satisfied will I be and bear no shame
For my time and effort won’t be for naught
Words I write describe the beauty I see
Joy fills me when I read those lines again
Once more I see the sunset and the rain
All of God’s miracles on land and sea!
And all of those moments I celebrate
Whenever a lovely poem I create!
© F Aparici