I write because I love the story,
not to win some hidden glory.
There’s things that rattle in my brain;
not to write would cause me pain.
I write in rhyme ‘cos that’s my want
(not just because I like the font).
These words hid deep within my heart,
compel me to the Wordsmith’s art.
My words aren’t writ in search of gain,
But not to write would cause me pain.
A pain that fills my eyes with tears
and cripples my old heart with fears.
So write I will, till the day I die
‘cos words just let my Spirit fly!
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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