The Wandering Minstrel

I am a wandering minstrel..
Life is my music
That carries me with its rhythm..
Sometimes fast paced, sometimes slow
But melodious nevertheless
I tap my feet along with the beat..
Humming the tune as i spring along..
The gurgling streams,the chirping birds
Sing along with me..
And the swaying palms dance to my tune..
No one may alter
The beautiful symphony of my life
For yet again i ask myself
Who am I?
I am but a wandering minstrel.

The Poet...

They said i am a poet...
What is a poem but mere words?
Do words weep, do words smile?
Can a word make you laugh or cry?
Can a word wipe a tear in the eye..?
Can a word cause the clashing of swords
Or the clinking of glasses?
That which is a rose for one
For another maybe a thorn
Can a word heal one heart
And cruelly tear another apart?
Can a word traverse miles
Carrying with it tears and smiles?
If words can make you love or hate
Can a word decide your fate?
If it can then the poet's not me
For the poem is that which lies within thee....
And they said I am a poet..