What Said
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I set here pondering this early morn day
Wondering if I might have something to say
I realize reading dozens of lines of written prose
The life of my mind and soul have not closed
Closed to an idea which could be new
Yet unknown to me and maybe to you
Your prose helps me reflect the events of my past
Unvarnished honesty finally-at last
Please continue to write your quiet words
For we are not part of a modern herd
We are old, we are young and yet we speak
So that damned up emotions might spring a leak
I salute all who have quill in hand
Write much as if words are grains of sand
You are teaching me to ponder anew
Not good or bad just a different view
Wondering if I might have something to say
I realize reading dozens of lines of written prose
The life of my mind and soul have not closed
Closed to an idea which could be new
Yet unknown to me and maybe to you
Your prose helps me reflect the events of my past
Unvarnished honesty finally-at last
Please continue to write your quiet words
For we are not part of a modern herd
We are old, we are young and yet we speak
So that damned up emotions might spring a leak
I salute all who have quill in hand
Write much as if words are grains of sand
You are teaching me to ponder anew
Not good or bad just a different view
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I am very grateful for the voice of prose of others
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Poetry.com 4.3 out of 5 based on 4 votes.
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And you write pretty good too.
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Interesting.
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A different view
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At first I wasn't sure what to think but the further I read the more I liked it.
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