I’m really a lazy person
Who likes to have lots of fun
But I push myself past my slothfulness
And into a world of imagination and bliss
Writing is, whether for song or prose
An instrument to help me not want to doze
I see myself at times in a strange new place
A place of incredible fantasy and a thing of grace
Lost I am many times in the lyrical past
Hoping that this feeling will forever last
At times I can see things I’d rather not see
And others sites will come and are not meant to be
Imagination is a key to believe in yourself
And get lost in it and not put it on a shelf
Prepare it, compose it and write it down
They recreate it with a lasting sound
Writing is exploring
It is mining for a treasure
Prose can cause many a lost man to think again
Poems sing a sick man to sleep
Words are healing and hurting but most fulfilling
Yes, spread the words around and change the world
Print and prose last through the ages
When we don’t read or write we do not learn
Come on everyone let’s write and change our century
Let’s communicate good to wake up the masses.
I know I’m a dreamer and have many lofty dreams
But reading and writing has changed my schemes
This is what I do now to occupy time in my aging years
I have regrets; years past this may have calmed my fears
Read, write, listen, learn and change…..forever
