Wednesday, December 29, 2010

The Patience of....Paper


............oh, the shoulder of a page
You never bid me hush
Here across your patient stage
The artist wields a brush
The poet speaks in words of ink
Life's passion, joy and fear
On your shoulder, I may think
Or shed a secret tear
You never tell me to depart
You simply hear me out
You have worn my heart of hearts
Desire, love and doubt
And if perchance I should request
Another hour from you
You offer me your very best………
A patient page or two

Janet~

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