Writing for me, a new beginning.

Allowed to express myself fresh.

Full of thoughts, yarns spinning.

I am a man, of simple pleasures.

Heirlooms, not many to leave.

Maybe words, my only treasures.

Things stored, long locked away.

Keys unlock, bringing to the page.

Stories, rhymes, live another day.

Knowledge held, not passed along.

Are stories, thoughts, forever lost.

Sharing, may make another strong.

Spread my wings, embrace the new.

Someday, I could even write a song.

Each day alive, a new beginning true.