Writing

Writing 
And so I sit and post my writings here.
I sometimes wonder why.
For everyone to like, or everyone to sneer.
I write from my life, and I write from my heart.
I think I shall write until in death I do part.
I've had some good times, I've had some bad.
I've had some happy and had some sad.
But all in all, I don`t think I`d change the life I've had.
I've met some rich and famous.
And met some trailer trash.
Been around the block, and had my block knocked off.
And so I sit here thinking of all the words to say.
Just be nice, be cruel.............those are your words today.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Kern Avatar
July 13, 2009 at 7:58 AM
one end of the spectrum to the other plain truth I dig it...thanks for your congrats I appreciate it ...Kris
Kendrick Avatar
July 3, 2009 at 6:06 AM
I really like your poem. That is true do we write for the wrong reasons or the right reasons. I always say there is a powerful bit of difference in having something to say and having to say something. When I feel creative, the words just flow. Sara
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