No more pencils and paper,
Not while the computer is on.
Just type a thought as it comes,
And a poem seems to be born.
Happens to work every day,
As I pound away at the keys.
Words just fall into place
For everyone to see.
Not as easy as it sounds,
Not for an old guy like me.
I have to hope there is an ending
That will suit the reader and me.
Michael D.
Words of greatness keep the
nightlight burning!
Key on my friend.
Lady Mary Ann
Love ya!
Jane
Keep on pounding away at those keys please...
Diana...