An Authors Poem
When the morning comes I awake, standing to my feet I rub my eyes, Vastly I run to make the coffee. Then off to the computer room I go Reaching below the desk I find the on/off switch
As my coffee is brewing so begins my mind I begin to ponder on which subject I will write on today.
Then it begins the swarm of thoughts oh what will I do; they just will not stop one after the other I cannot seem to put them all on paper so frantically I grab my tape recorder switching it on, I begin to talk, busting out every thought that comes to mind.
Then the brain storm stops I go and fetch the ever so needed coffee; then its off to my old friend I go I begin to type, often I wonder if my friend ever gets tired of me beating on him all day long I strike his keys never does he flee, hand and hand we work like a team.
As we work together it seems like just a few minutes have gone by then I soon realize it has been hours that have flown on by, oh but for the love of writing, I and my friend work hand in hand all day long as we type our soon to be master piece
2010©2011
As my coffee is brewing so begins my mind I begin to ponder on which subject I will write on today.
Then it begins the swarm of thoughts oh what will I do; they just will not stop one after the other I cannot seem to put them all on paper so frantically I grab my tape recorder switching it on, I begin to talk, busting out every thought that comes to mind.
Then the brain storm stops I go and fetch the ever so needed coffee; then its off to my old friend I go I begin to type, often I wonder if my friend ever gets tired of me beating on him all day long I strike his keys never does he flee, hand and hand we work like a team.
As we work together it seems like just a few minutes have gone by then I soon realize it has been hours that have flown on by, oh but for the love of writing, I and my friend work hand in hand all day long as we type our soon to be master piece
2010©2011
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