I seem to have the need to write.
It's just dross most of the time,
An outpouring of words that
Just mostly happen to rhyme.
But I've expressed my thoughts
And at lest I've had my my say
Maybe a bit disappointing,
But still I carefully file it away.
Every so often there's a piece
Of which I'm really proud
One that for some reason seems
To stand out from the crowd.
Maybe it's the subject matter,
The way the words seem to flow,
Some indefinable reason
That I don't always know.
It doesn't happen very often but
Those pieces of verve and style,
Those rare and treasured creations.
Make the pain and effort worthwhile
