Saturday 19 May 2012

A WRITER?....NOT I:



A writer? An author?  A poet? You ask,
No, I don´t confess to hide behind talent´s mask,
The mighty god in his heavenly wisdom knows,
That I do not proclaim love in poems, nor prose,
I do not claim the talent of bards nor scribes,
Nor wise words from ancient long gone tribes,
For those great poets would call me a fake,
Yet, in my blissful ignorance, I deem to take,
The liberty to put itching pen to willing page,
Willing words from long gone sage,
To materialise before my weary eyes,
Praying to the gods that I’ll not despise,
What´s written upon my soul for eternity to see,
What I simply call one of life´s small therapies.

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