Writing, My dearest!

just a little tribute to my friend.

In a pensive mood, when the works are done,
It’s good to relax; it’s nice to be in cue,
And it’s better to be with the pen:
Oh my, cutie little buddy, I grasp.

 

In writing, all stress seems to go,
Far, far away they just fade and say a bye,
Leaving my body in complacent fulfillment,
Oh well, writing, dearie, I salute you.