As I Lay My Pen

To whom do I write? Who’s to know how I feel inside? Why these thoughts lead my hand To write on paper and not on sand Cigarette on hand, a pen on the other One long drag and I see the letters Forms into words and flowing verse Ideas that rhyme and converse So why do I write? Evidently for feelings I hide About the things I see, hear, and feel About life that spins like a wheel As I lay my pen for when I die I leave my works to say goodbye Writings I share, a piece of mind Poems I wrote for peace of mind!