The scholar can jot a few odd words
And many will praise what he wrote

The simple man can only scratch the page
And never provoke a thought

A scholar can send a message that’s clear
With finely structured words

The simple man only marks up the page
And is rarely ever heard

I am but that simple man
And can’t write the words that I feel

The way that my heart aches for you
With a pain that’s so very real

The scholar may write a thousand words
Of passion and of rage

But since I am a simple man
I must leave an empty page

Copyright © 2008 G L Templeton. All Rights Reserved.

  • Share/Bookmark