masterpiece

it surprises me that i have not outgrown;
the need for words that aren't my own.
not that my opiions fade or falter as i listen.
this can't be emulated it can't be imited,
the emotion his soul,
weaved into the words,
that his hand put down.
resonate through the air,
with the purest of sounds.
i tryed to hide it  from ignorant eyes with words,
that defied the impossible that is an art.
the finest poem writer can't deny.
this is my masterpiece in my time.