I never once thought that a poet I could be,
Till I just started writing what came to me.
I don't understand why it didn't happen before,
Instead it stayed locked away behind a door.
It's amazing what we all have hidden inside,
Within our heart and soul and mind.
It's been a long time since my days in school,
I'd always thought I was just an old fool.
And to write a letter I'd always hated to do.
Instead, a telephone call I'd make to you.
I've used lots of words these last few weeks,
That I'd learned how to spell before my teens,
Even the meanings I can remember still.
So I guess I'm not quite yet over the hill.
I thought I was a waste of my teachers time.
But there must be something in this head of mine!
One day God told me I had more to do,
So I started writing these poems to you.
So deep in your heart I know you will find,
Something special from God to make you shine.
And as long as you have life in you still,
Remember your not yet over the hill.
Written by: Thelma Shutters
