Scribbles

I'm just a poor man
With nothing to give
Haven't a dime to offer
Barely a purpose to live

I may not know much
But this much I do
If the world were mine
I'd give it all to you

I may not have much
Nothing but words
Open up your heart
Let this no-one be heard

I may not grasp much
But this much is true
If you accept my scribbles
Then I'll scribble on for you


-Izzat R.