A Writer Must Write
Nov 10, 2020
As I sit and ponder
On this lovely fall day.
I want my words to be heard near and far.
Are my childhood dreams all washed away.
That cannot be.
I see light through all the gray.
I stopped for a while.
I look back and smile.
To quit is not my style.
They will hear my words
If only by a few
Who stop to read
Because they have nothing else to do.
I write because I have to.
Something inside me will not let me stop.
How I wish I wrote every word that came to mind!
How many verses will not be heard
Because, they lost their sound
My pen could not be found.
Yet, the world still goes round.
The voice of my muse comes through
Saying you have so much work to do.
Write day and night
Your voice must be heard
If only it is by a few.
Your words will speak to their souls
