As I’ve watch people give and take advice here is something I’ve perceived…
Advice needs to be sincere when it is given and humble when it’s received.
I believe advice should cascade from ones lips like a snowfall to the young
Drifting gently from above so they can catch some flakes upon their tongue.
I create these little poems each day… I let them soar as each day dawns
and sometimes I am pleasantly surprised how far these rhymes have gone.
I recently received a comment from South Africa…a request to be precise
from a little boy who wants to be a poet… and who asked for my advice.
I wanted my advice to be, for him, both useful and appealing
So I told him poetry is when you paint with words
to express what you are feeling.
I told him to keep a notebook by his side
and when something elicits in him a smile or a frown
To take it out…open it up and write that feeling down.
And then I told him just to write…to write religiously…
The words that pour from out his heart…will be is his poetry.
He wrote back to say ‘thank you’
and I wondered in one so young…
how many of my words drifted down
and landed on his tongue.
