Why I WriteA Poem by MaryPI pick up a pen Well I used to Now I find solace In my keyboard I rearrange the letters That Qwerty organised And I hope that Those reading it will Believe that it’s not The worst thing they’ve Ever read I hope that one day Someone Will read my borrowed words And smile, or cry or laugh I hope that I can write something That someone will remember Randomly In the middle of a lesson Or while standing in a supermarket queue Or when they’re falling asleep And then I’ll know that I won’t be forgotten At least my essence My words Will live on forever In the mind of another © 2010 MaryP |
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Added on December 12, 2010 Last Updated on December 12, 2010 AuthorMaryPUnited KingdomAboutIf you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead, either write things worth reading or do things worth writing - Benjamin Franklin I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they .. more..Writing
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