Letters Unwritten
The old man's hands are shaking as he places the tattered paper on his table. Taking the pen he tries to lay down his words of regret to his children and grandchildren. The yellow light from the old lamp reflects on the tears dripping on the paper. He lays down the pen and tells himself he'll try again some other day.
The Old Scribe Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
6/22/20
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