My hand holds fast the pencil
Tired eyes stare at the page
This mind is in a turmoil
Does wisdom come with age
There's no profound announcement
That awes the readers mind
My mind a sponge, it seems all thought
Evaporates with time
I pledged a lofty legend
With a smile tucked in the mire
My mind like hardened lard awaits
The mornings warming fire
And in the melting process
The mists shall pass away
Words to the page take form and live
But alas to my dismay
The chords hold no true tones
The music's minor keys
Hold my mind within it grip
With haunting melodies
With piles of paper bout' my feet
Erasures ruined my page
Ten times ten I start again
My anger threatens rage
When at last my wits end
My head held in my hand
From inside a giggle comes
To make me understand
Its not so much the content
That falls on others ears
But the fact, we try again
To entertain our peers
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)O(
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never give up-never surrender
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Blessings All
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Makay