Poetry For Everyday People

Words Coming Together

The words can
no longer be wasted

I hate the computer
for stealing one
every now and then,

the world constantly
interrupting me and
I no longer forgive,

this work is saving
my life

and as air

it requires
no parades
no prizes
no recognition

to celebrate
it's worth.


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