On some days a pen feels heavy in my hand
And there are no words to write
As life deals out endless demand
Wearying me in its fight
On some days words intimidate
Such a small but mighty tool
They encourage and convict
Exposing wise men…and the fool
On some days all my poetry
Takes on the thought and form of you
And I would never set it free
It is meant for only two
J~
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!