I Write As of Old, On Paper In Ink

I Write As Of Old, On Paper In Ink After reading poems, I get started I write as of old, on paper in ink. Hours pass, before pen and I are parted olden ways used, give greater depths to think! After reading fine verse, this heart then speaks on things that just may give, some sweet relief. Wheel sooner gets its oil, louder it squeaks scribe true and often, is my firm belief. After writing poems, soul finds comfort in strangest way, very hard to describe. Tis sweet pleasure, giving my best effort gift is in your reading, no need to bribe! New poems read, both happy and some sad caused this poem, be it good or it bad. Robert J. Lindley, 1-19-2017 Sonnet Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: 110