Soapbox poet gives thanks
Writing poems all the time like I do.
I thought I would write this poem for you.
So reader of this poem, enjoy it much.
It won’t be about violence or lust.
It won’t be about how people betray.
Or about how players play.
It won’t have a sad and tearful ending.
No, not this poem I am sending.
It won’t have fantasy or magic in it.
It won’t be comical. Don’t have a fit.
It won’t be about nature, which I really love.
It won’t be a message from God above.
I know you often like many of these.
But, this poem is special from me.
Why? Because I am writing it for you.
It is what I want to do.
I can’t rhyme orange, purple, or silver either.
But, they are colors true to the believer.
So I will leave them alone.
They have a place all on their own.
This poem is about my gratitude.
That, in your busy life you would include
a little time to read my poems.
You read them without me paying you coins.
You often have kind things to say.
This will often make my day.
This poem isn’t much except a way to say thanks.
I appreciate the responses without any pranks.
It makes my efforts worth it all.
So, thank you now, one and all.—————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)