I remember Kindergarten
We took a trip nearby
"Write a poem about something...
The trees, the pond, the sky"
I wrote about a great big rock
On which, someone could sit
Thinking back about it now
It was cute, I must admit
It wasnt till my teenage years
That I wrote something new
About the man who stole my heart
The first love that I knew
Once again, the years went by
Before it crossed my mind
But as I wrote more & more
It became more refined
I learned for me to write more
I had to feel down deep
So happy I could laugh out loud
Or sad enough to weep
Along the way I learned how
To write without extremes
Didnt think I'd get this far
Not in my wildest dreams
As I matured, my writing did too
Saw much along the way
And all of that is what made me
The poet I am today
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