Gregory Cox Poet Light Verse

Blow Hard Sorry But I Must

Writing, writing until I’m dead

Trying to remember what I said

Like a river words do flow

My mouth comes open out they blow

Sometime the wind howls so great

Blow hard is what I hear it state

You know that kind of hurts my soul

For I swear that’s never been my goal

Communication the elusive dream

All together on a kindness team 
 
I write of darkness to which we must hark

To drive it away I’ll endless bark

Never my intention to hurt not one

I do it because I must, and it is fun

For all I have unconditional love

I do it because I was instructed from above

So to you I now say goodbye

Won’t be gone long so please don’t cry

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