Writing-2 3/20/19 Read Count : 7

Category : Poems

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I can’t dance
I can’t sing
I can’t sculpt 
I can’t paint -what do I bring 

What I can do
Have done it for years
Pick up my pen
Create joy from my tears

It won’t win the prizes 
Or medals galore 
Won’t make the papers 
But that’s not what its for

It’s been my salvation 
When life pulled me down 
It has been my life-line
Or I’d emotionally drown 

When my sun glowed bright
And I basked in the pleasure 
My pen danced for me
An invaluable treasure 

Of course being human
I like to hear praise
But I write to bare my soul 
Which guides me each day 

As long as I’m lucid
And my heart sings the beat
My songs will continue 
My life is complete 








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