I Didn't Know What To Write

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I got up from my comfy chair,
Went sluggishly to the sink,
Washed my face and combed my hair,
And my brain fortunately started to think.

 

I got up from my comfy chair,
Went sluggishly to the sink,
Washed my face and combed my hair,
And my brain fortunately started to think.
 
Then I took a blunt pencil,
Rummaged a piece of paper,
Those enough almost hindered me from doing,
These lines that I hope you’ll remember.
 
Never be stymied by the harsh world,
You would always want it easier,
For the best are grown under;
The worst our universe has to offer.
 
What is to seek,
If you can never find?
What is to be meek,
If you can never have time?
 
What is to read,
If you can’t understand?
What is to speak,
If you can’t greet a fellow man?
 
All words kept bent then sent,
To another mind that he thought he might,
Would be fairly said a day well-spent,
The beauty of nothing shaped to something bright.


Submitted: April 25, 2012

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Stormbird Throneshaker

I think that you did, and you did it perfectly from my point of view.

Wed, April 25th, 2012 2:06pm

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Thanks, nice to hear that you got it. :)

Wed, April 25th, 2012 7:14am

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