Wooing the Muse
Whenever my days seem long,
And all my tasks turn out wrong,
And I wish the things I had not said
And feels like turning over and play dead...
Ha, I sit down ruefully and I write.
When someone somewhere gets hurt,
When a lively flower bites the dust,
When somewhere someone's heart breaks
And sneaks into a corner and quietly aches...
Oh, I sit down woefully and I write.
When someone smiles and shares his joy,
And takes some time out of his life to enjoy,
When he takes the right road with the end in sight
And takes it with true faith and grateful delight...
Yea, I sit down joyfully and I write.
Whenever someone dares to dream,
And essays to swin upstream,
When someone undertakes an arduous pilgrimage
And reaches ashore after a stormy voyage...
Yep, I sit down hopefully and I write.
On the wings of the wind I write,
On the waves of the sea I write,
I write for all to see, feel and hear,
Write I about love, hate, faith and fear...
O yea, lo! Now thou know why I write.
~03/07/2013
~Contest: Your Personal Favorite
~Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
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