ajwrites57

Ballad of Me  With pen  in hand  (I dislike to type.)  sitting, dazed,  I take a swipe. Ink flows  onto  white-lined pad,  methinks aloud,  "'Tis not too bad!"  Rhyming  like  a super bard,  at times,  a poem  can come  hard. Chained,  to a chair,  I sit  and write,  on and on,  through  day  and  night. Coffee  flows,  like the ink, it helps me  focus, thoughts  to think.  Moonlight shines upon the page, nighttime writing  is the rage. Face  is growing  wan  and pallid from lack of sun, so now it's time I end this ballad.  © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  Cali4beach via Flickr