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!
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