When I'M Not Writing
By now, see.
You almost know me.
A shy type little man;
With pretty wife, as my avid fan.
I’ve 1, 2, 3 syllable count, rhymed name;
Thor, Nestor, or Ernesto; it’s the same.
More than a decade, never been home;
Before, I wandered by myself, and lived alone.
Alas, I found my other missing half;
Miraculously, I learned to share a laugh.
Now I write, from summer to fall;
Four magical seasons, I love them all.
I love you...three words thou, yet, it’s for y’all;
For relentlessly reading the pieces, of my soul---
Which, I offered to the Unseen;
To protect me, from wallowing in sin.
In return, he gave me a silver quill;
So that I won’t be tempted to praise evil.
Hey, if you don’t see me often,
Worry not, I’ll send you a kiss from heaven.
For I’m in the lord’s house, worshiping…
Hope you can come…and see me sing.
Oh yes, aside from working…
That’s what I do, when I’m not writing.
Wish, we’re together not just for today;
But, till last days end; so, I pray.
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