THE MENTOR

only few can notice...

He stood with strength in front of all us here

He talked with trust, so sure of what He said

And we admired those words He spoke to us

Into our minds were things we can’t forget.

           

He swayed His arms and hands to show a thing

Explained His words with so much depth to hear

His smile comforted us, that was so great

Another day had end with great seeds sown.

 

I was alone but things were there with me

I still recall His words like echo’s ring

“My dearest child do hear these words of mine

From now will be the lamp into your path.”

 

Author's Note

Blank verse is poem written in unrhymed iambic pentameter and is often unobtrusive. The iambic pentameter form often resembles the rhythms of speech.




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