I open my note pad.
To the first page.
I open my desk drawer.
To grab my zebra 500.
I started to then write.
Writting a poem within.
I only paused twice.
A pause to rest my tired hand.
A pause to light my three way candle.
A candle to look within my poor tired soul.
To add depth to my thoughts.
Ive heard that gives it class.
I pick up my 32oz Miller High Life.
And I took a long drawn out swig.
Only to add emotion to it.
And now I sit here.
Sit here thinking of what to write.
What to write?
Ive wrote about my life.
Ive wrote about love and hate.
Ive wrote about light and dark.
So now im sitting here thinking back.
I know now I dont haft to write about it.
Cause ive already lived it.
©p.w.fowler
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