Words Of A Poet

Piles of papers
Piles of notes
Filled with my writing
Words that I wrote

Words that had leaked
From my head to my pen
Maybe someday I’ll post them
Right now I don’t know when

Some words have no meaning
They’re different from the rest
The question I am faced with
Is will they stand the test

It doesn’t really matter
Much at all to me
Maybe when the time comes
I will hear their silent plea

I’ll put them in a poem
For all the world to see
I’ll show you all my poetry
You’ll then see the real me

©Walt Page 2018


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