Who can compare to the old writers? I fear not many...When they are lost to memory in the far future, there will be none their equal to replqce them. Superb poem!
ET
Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)
Reviewed on September 25, 2007
Dear Randall,
I would love to just be the one who sweeps the words from the floor of these old writers. Really enjoyed this poem.
Where's my cane? where's my cane? and my teeth, my hearing aid and somebody help me? I can't write if the hand shakes so much!!!
I am in a bad old geezer humor today...
Georg
Just 'cause there's snow on the roof and the old eyes ain't what they used to be ain't no excuse to give up writin': they're gonna have to pry my cold dead fingers from the pen when I'm gone. LOL
Well done, Randall, beautifully written advice to never give up the dream.
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Well penned.
Kathy
well done...
John
ET
I would love to just be the one who sweeps the words from the floor of these old writers. Really enjoyed this poem.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
I am in a bad old geezer humor today...
Georg
walt
Well done, Randall, beautifully written advice to never give up the dream.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.