My Pad and Pen and I
Hitching a ride to a distant horizon
No course in mind, no why, no reason
Just my pad and pen and I
With my two best friends I ride
I tried to pack light just necessities
But my past clings to me with tenacity
Then those pesky things called memories
Refused to stay behind as history
So with some baggage I trod along
Pad and pen determined, headstrong
To find that one true elusive verse
To release me from my self induced curse
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2010
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