Writing


When asked what I do in life that gives me pleasure,
I answered, writing.
Start to finish,
images made words,
words into thoughts,
thoughts that catalyze.
Changes--that are most desired.
When asked of something that makes me proud,
I answered, writing.
I am honored when I can utter
something profound, to amaze
something witty, to whittle a smile
something unique,
My own legacy-- and epitaph.

When asked what hurts the most
I answered, writing.
Creation of worlds,
people living and loving,
rich rewards and just desserts.
The crafting of a universe
where the people I love,
never go away
but only in so far,
as the page remains--unturned.

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