Today he will make his way to pastures new
Borrow from words which he has already written.
Unquestionably? Don’t we all follow this path
Once by this writing bug we are bitten.
We owe it to words to give them their due
He’ll do this until he draws his last breath.
Words which are gentle, tame, and meek
He tries with difficulty to lay in neat arrangement.
Working at all times to avoid “crude”
Which can be to some writers determinant.
Then again shouldn’t we all be allowed speak
We writers, are we not a peculiar brood?
(c)Poetry from The ManShed
21/08/19
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