My true inspiration

Sometimes I glance at the moon,
I wave at the stars.
I wonder who inspired God,
To make them, who they are.






At times, I read about the brave soldiers,
And the cruel wars they fought in.
I wonder who inspired them,
to search for the light within?




I am clumsy sir,
And at times extremely stubborn.
I suppose you showed me that,
Or perhaps my past downturn?

I use to search for the negative,
While you taught me the positive.
Maybe because I was scared,
Scared of becoming a captive.

A captive of what?
You may sincerely ask.
A captive of your inspiration,
To take on whichever task.

I have left you, my dear sir
With nothing, I must sadly say.
But you have left me with a memory
That is in my heart, to forever stay.

That memory is the inner strength,
You have helped me reached.
The memory of never failing,
No matter how low my life has seemed.

For you said, "I am a child of God
And a part of His huge creation."
So for that lesson, Mr. Attine,
You shall always be my true inspiration.