A Writer, I Must Be

What to do

In this time

Is writing

Such a crime?

Is there else

To create

Not at all

It is fate.

Tried crochet

Didn’t work

Those stitchings

Must be shirked.

Panting next

One did try

Not quite good

Isn’t a lie.

Then welding

Back in school

Hot metal

Burned the fool.

Then at last

The only craft

To create

Without laughs.

Writing blogs

Words galore

With ideas

Not a chore.

In the end

To belong,

In poems

That’s the song…

-AAA 08/01/2024

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